Fu Qingqing has just left the youthful university life and turned to the nine-to-five office life, determined to become a witch in the game.
Simple, a college boy, as pure and devoid of desires as a monk.
Fu Qing still didn't understand why she ended up in this situation. She looked at Jian Jian, who was holding the quilt next to him with an unbelievable expression on his face. His head was blocked like a ball of paste. He stretched out his hand to try to comfort the little kid in front of him. After thinking about it, he retracted it and only asked cautiously: "Should I be responsible?"
After a long time, Jian Yi nodded slowly. The too serious atmosphere made Fu Qingqing completely ignore Jian Yi's uncontrollable chuckle.
Pretending to be a pig and eating a pig is a very simple principle.