Zhang Minghui lay on the bed, his face buried in the pillow and groaned in annoyance, he actually did that kind of thing to him? It was so embarrassing that I rolled up the quilt and rolled out.
The next morning, Zhang Minghui looked at Huo Zheng, who was pale and coughing, and wondered, "Why are you sick?"
Huo Zheng sniffed and gritted his teeth and said, "Go to the guest room to sleep today."
The lazy author is coming back. This is my first novel. I hope it's a good start. Come on.