"Are you still angry with me?"

"Xiaodi, will you come out? I want to have a good chat with you. I didn't mean to do that just now!"

Chinan's voice is getting closer and closer, and although the door of the bathroom is closed, it can still be heard clearly.

Mu Chudi looked at himself in front of the mirror, his red lips, red eyes, his skirt lifted, his trousers on his legs, a messy and ravaged look.

Finally, she understood what Hawthorne had just said. It doesn't matter. Let him watch me come to you!

Huo Miao knew Chinan would come back, or that he had brought Chinan back....