Song Frost's face was very gloomy.

　　Even in the bright master bedroom, the sunlight has become much duller and gloomier.

　　Gu Baisheng did not dare to look at his eyes, but still could not help but glance at it and carefully asked, "My arm seems to be off ...... ah!"

　　The words were not all finished, Song Frost's arm force, a support, a pinch, to her dislocated left arm to put on.

　　But his did not say half a word before he loaded ...