Chapter 167 is really dead

and it's hard to wipe it off. The cold and bitter hands are numb. Then it comes to mind: "Why don't you use a hairdryer? Isn't that faster?

The man who had already taken out his book in bed answered casually, "It wasn't me who worked anyway."

Cold Xin at the moment wants to throw the towel on his face.

At night, it seems quiet. She dares not go to bed, sits on the sofa and plays with her cell phone.

Lu Cangyao leaned on the bed and read books without paying attention to her.

Leng Xin occasionally looked up at him secretly, thinking, if...