The night is hazy, and the moonlight is like water in one corner of the apartment, as if it's telling us what's sweet today.

"go back to your room, don't come out." Mo Xuan coldly left a word and turned into the bathroom. He needed cold water to restrain his impulse and wake up his reason.

Lingxiao was rudely left on the sofa. She was very angry. Yes, she's wrong. No, what's wrong with her. It's not voluntary to be kidnapped. What's the disgust of the dead ice? I don't know anything about it. Is there such a thing as saving beauty by heroes?! Even if she looks bad, is...