Lin Susu responded with a "huh" and tried to stand up, but her knees buckled, sending her crashing down onto the man's chest.,Lin Susu was afraid of being drained dry, so she decisively swatted back. She dragged her wounded son and quietly left the pavilion.,Between breaths, I could still sense the lingering scent of that person. And the taste of the little pork trotters, so delicately icy, like a handful of snow.。