C162 The Little Girl Won't Let Go

Ling Ling's hands were slender and slender. Even though Liu Haofeng didn't know how to read her palm, he could tell that the lines on her hands were especially fine and exquisite.

It wasn't as warm as he had expected. Instead, it was icy cold. It wasn't surprising that they were naturally cold-blooded. Many people were like this as well.

However, this was not normal for a little girl