Even if he had any more money, he could only live alone in this cold and luxurious room.

I don't know how long it took moxilin to feel a gentle force turning him on the bed. Then, a warm touch touched his cheek.

"poetry..." the half drunk and half awake moxilin subconsciously grasped each other's wrist and murmured out like a child, "you finally come, don't leave, don't leave... You don't leave me, whatever you want, I'll give it to you. I'll change it if I don't do well..."

Dong Xue's fingertips are slightly stiff and lips are tight Tight, a delicate face tight and unhappy.

she looks at muxilin's...