C130 Savior

At this moment, Fang Qingqing was quietly leaning against the side of the cabin, looking as calm and peaceful as a virgin. His clothes that were previously drenched had already been roasted dry, but there were a few wrinkles on them.

Ye Xuan lowered his footsteps, walked to her side, and gently pressed on the top of her head and temples, transferring the purest Zhenqi from his body into her body