Chapter 167: He's a devil

"Tired of me? Isn't Lengshao tired of me early? There's no difference between me and me." The irony of Ann Xiaojing's mockery.

She wasn't afraid, and now she'd be happy to give her a knife.

"You!"

"It's just a tool for warming up the bed, or something you need physically. I always remember that I bought it cold and seldom, that I was a slave, that I had no freedom, that I had to listen to the cold and seldom arrange everything. Ann Xiaojing said lightly.

These days, she is also depressed. Every time she is cold, she doesn't care how she feels and goes...