Yang yarou sneers, "look at your reaction, so excited... What? Is this cup related to Butong? It's all broken like this. You stick it up so hard and put it on the head of the bed like a treasure. "

"it's none of your business." Linche took a wet paper towel, carefully wiped the cup, and said, "the code I gave you is not for you to enter my room and move my things. Next time, don't blame me for being rude."

Yang yarou leaned on the sofa, legs overlapping, and smiled lazily, "Lin Che, you know why I cooperate with you, so you don't take out a posture that...