C392 This Time Situ Lan Is Not Here

Lin Fann was completely immobilized, unable to utter a single word or make the slightest movement, as if he had been turned to ice.

The Cold Winter God of the fourteenth order.

Zhao Yaxin gazed at Lin Fann's rigid, ice-cold form and took a deep breath. She pressed her body against his, attempting to transfer her warmth to him.

In the confined space of the burlap sack