Jo rose softly, took the bath towel that was kicked to the foot of the bed by the two men and wrapped himself up, and slowly walked out of the living room with the pain in the close place.

At this moment, Qiao Rubing did not know where the strength came from. He almost carried Chen Luoxue on the sofa into Yecheng's bedroom, put Chen Luoxue on the bed and faded her clothes. Qiao Rubing closed the door with the red sheets and turned to look at the two people who were sleeping together. Qiao Rubing had no joy or sorrow. "I'm sorry."

I don't know whether these three words...