C883 Interweaving Thoughts or Twists or Entanglements 1(2)

The Snow Qilin flicked its fingers and blew out the candle flame in the room.

The room darkened in an instant, and only the gentle white moonlight shone through the window on the body of the Xue Qilin, coating its delicate feet with a thin layer of silver light, while her eyes were brighter than the moon in the sky.

"Ah, Qilin."

The Phegda obviously didn't want to go to sleep yet