C127 Qing Tong's Tears

Ning Xiaoshu dashed into Qing Tong's range of attack and couldn't help but laugh in her direction.

Qing Tong caught sight of the young man's fair and handsome face, mere inches from her own, and the confident smirk that played at the corner of her mouth. She brandished her broom, aiming it toward herself.

Moments later, Qing Tong felt a coolness spreading across her skin