“Whew!”

Nie Tian breathed out as he slowly withdrew his hand that had been put on the back of Han Qing’s pretty hand.

His eyes were fixed on Han Qing.

Han Qing, who obviously didn’t like his gaze, said in a cold voice, “What are you looking at? A neurotic, weird guy.”

“Nie Tian, did you find anything?” Yu Suying asked urgently.

“Hybrid!” Nie Tian concluded, “Like me, she’s a hybrid. Her bloodline has inborn cold ...