C1813 Are You Satisfied?

"It's uncanny!"

Qi Miao sauntered up to Iria, extending her calloused right hand to gently caress the girl's smooth, porcelain cheek. She clicked her tongue in admiration, "She's the spitting image of Si Yuanyuan."

"Take your filthy hands off me!"

"Don't touch me!"

Iria's mind was foggy, but the touch of Qi Miao's rough palm on her skin made her skin crawl with revulsion