as an mu thought about it, her small hands slowly curled up as if she wanted to keep the hot temperature in her palm.
However,
Back to the topic.
No wonder when she had experienced that kind of thing, she had been so scared that she had to die every time.
Yingluo was so sheepish.
Then, Cheng.
An mu could not help but feel hot when she recalled what happened just now.
……
……
It was two O 'clock at night.
The little figure on the bed had already fallen asleep.
When Bo Yi came back, he looked a little tired. He had been busy for the past two days not only to escape from the things with an mu, but also because of work problems.
However, it was already two O 'clock.
bo yi was not asleep. when he glanced at his watch, he stopped in his tracks.
It's two O 'clock at night, Yingluo.
He was still him.
Bo Yi unconsciously thought of his diary.
It had already been two to three days, and "he" had no more records.
