Because it was so special, Su Lio's body had been invaded by cold for years. Even though it was suppressed, it still affected her body's functions, and her blood volume seemed inherently low, making her skin extremely pale, as if there was no blood under her skin. Especially now, with the cold outbreak, it seemed even more bloodless. Su Lio hugged her shoulders in front of her chest. Although her chest was small, she was still afraid to look.
When Li Yifei's gaze swept over, she felt as if she had been seen through, and couldn't help but lower her head.
Delicate and exquisite, Li Yifei felt he had finally seen a woman fitting those words today. Su Lio deserved those words; her skin was white, tender, and delicate like white jade, with a daring hint of pink.
Her skin was even better than a newborn baby's skin, and although he hadn't touched it, the feeling of touching it must be excellent.
