The cold little brother (1)_1

There was no sound in his ears.

There was only the dull and simple clock striking the sleeping air.

..

After a long time, she struggled to open her tired eyes.

The young girl slowly sat up, her thick and soft black hair scattered on her back. Her face was pale, and her lips were extremely red.

Her overly delicate face now had a thin and fragile look, like a fragile porcelain doll.

Black hair, fair skin, red lips.

Peerless beauty in the human world.

Even if she was still young, one could still vaguely see how graceful this girl would be when she grew up.

Fu Shang rubbed his face and patted again to make sure he was awake.

The girl's delicate little face was fair, and her expression was very serious. Coupled with her young age, she looked a little funny.

Fu Shang looked around the room.