chen, instructing the chef to make a bowl of hangover soup. 。Upstairs, Fu Mokhan had finished his bath and was sitting on the bed in black pajamas, staring intently at his phone. 。I had the chef make...Raise the bedding, Lin Jin dyed once again lay down, back against the door, the quilt covered to the nose, the whole person shrank in the quilt, tightly closed his eyes. 。

It's not a big deal, just sleep it off. 。Alas, she just couldn't fall asleep. Lying in bed, she became increasingly uncomfortable. 。unbearably wanting to cry 。

"Click!" 。A crisp sound of a door opening the pair of fair hands, said nothing, and handed up the documents. 。"Let me see what's missing and I'll have them get more." 。""Understood" 。Tang YiyI retracted her palm and slammed the door shut. 。...