Chapter 77: Trample, handle in hand

"cold dawn!"

An Xiaojing clapped her hand on his back and grinned her teeth in the cold dawn.

"You say it! What's the matter? How did you fall asleep in my room last night?!"

The cold morning dawned with grievance: "How do I know, I'm drunk... I don't remember at all!"

Ann Xiaojing helplessly turned a white eye, which was good. Why did she have to grab the handle again?

"Okay, I'm responsible for what happened last night! If I hadn't dragged him to drink, he would not have been drunk like this!"

Xia Yuanyuan opened her voice and blinked at the dawn of...