Why are you doing this?

Sacred hands watched them leave.

She turned around and entered the room, just in time to meet Shangguan shixiu's eyes.

His heart skipped a beat.

There was no joy or sorrow on her beautiful face, but it made sacred hands 'scalp tighten.

This was the real Shangguan shixiu.

Even when he was in danger, he still maintained absolute clarity.

Retracting his gaze, Shangguan shixiu played with the grass Dragonfly that Lin Hanxing had placed on the bed, not saying anything.

The sacred hand did not move for a long time.

His legs were as though nailed to the ground.

"That ..."

He seemed to want to say something, or at least break the awkward atmosphere.

"Come here."

No matter how weak Shangguan shixiu was, his deep and cold tone still carried a bone-deep dignity.

The body of a Holy hand was definitely more honest than the brain.

She quickly walked to the bed.

In front of Shangguan shixiu.

"She ..."