The book house in the wee hours of the morning seemed very cold and cheerless. Of course, with its exaggerated 100 yuan minimum consumption signboard, it was destined to not be lively.
Xu Qinglang put on a facial mask and fell asleep in the bedroom upstairs. After bidding farewell to his restaurant life and escaping from the erosion of oil and smoke on his skin, he began to cherish his skin more and more.
Ha, man,
She had to learn to be nicer to herself and love herself more.
Bai Yingying sat alone at the bar counter on the first floor. She was having a lot of fun with her mobile game.
At this moment, the door to the bookstore was pushed open. Bai Yingying looked up and saw a little loli dressed in red standing at the door. This little loli's attire was truly festive, and she looked even cuter and cuter.
Bai Yingying yawned and continued to look down at her phone.
