There was only weak light in the room, and the ambiguous atmosphere had not dissipated, and the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Zheng Xiaoxiao curled up on the bed, her body was exhausted, her cheeks were flushed, and her body was sweating.
He lifted up the quilt, picked up the nightgown on the ground, and came to the window. He looked out the window through the fog. The street lamps gave off warm light with a halo.
Opening the window, the cool night wind blew on his face. The burning heat on his body slowly faded away, and he suddenly felt extremely refreshed.
The scene just now kept popping up in my mind, and I felt depressed inside. I could clearly feel that Lin Yan was different from before, as if there was something on his mind...
I am coming
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