after Lin Ye's venting, the clock has pointed to five in the morning. At this time, he just rolled off Xiao Lin. Looking up, Wang Xiaoya was in a coma. I don't know if she is still in a coma or asleep. Seeing that there are still pieces of glass on her back, it seems that I have to help her with the wound.

"Damn it!" Lin Ye thumps the floor and feels that he is looking for something for himself. Wang Xiaoya is a policeman. If she wakes up, it must be terrible to see such a situation. Xiao Lin's face is ruddy, although the violent movements just now...