When si Yixing returned home like a zombie, it was already eight o 'clock at night.
The moment Yan si 'er opened the door, she was somewhat frightened by the deathly pale and bloodless Siyi, who was completely drenched.
He looked like a Living Dead man in hell who had lost his soul.
"Yiyi, what happened to you?" Yan si 'er hurriedly came out to welcome them, her face full of worry as she helped si Yi, who was in the chaos, into the room.
Siyi shook his head, then shook his head again.
She was in a terrible state. When she returned home, she was met with a heavy downpour!
"Yiyi, go and take a shower first! Otherwise, you're going to catch a cold!" Yan si 'er's face was full of heartache. She hurriedly helped si Yi into the bathroom and let her sit on a small chair at the side.
She started to help with the water and clothes.
come, one by one. Yan si 'er wanted to help her up from her daze.
As soon as his hand reached out, he was hugged by the thin Siyi.
