My husband is the Ki

Luckily, the jacket sleeves were long enough to cover my hands, or else I would have gotten a mouthful of glass shards from holding onto the ground.,From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.,This… I can hug. How come you, Seventh Uncle, can’t。