Being A Hooligan Is The Essence Of A Man
บรรณาธิการ: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Qin Shu looked up at Hua Wuyan, nodded, and turned to let him in.
He wondered what kind of expression he would have when he saw a man suddenly appear inside?
Hua Wuyan walked in and placed the plate on the dining table. He then placed the millet porridge on the table.
The layout of the room was also somewhat old. There was a fan-shaped screen between the table and the bed.
Hua Wuyan paused when he heard the rustling sound of clothes being put on. He tilted his head and glanced at the screen, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
At this moment, Fu Tingyu walked out from behind the screen, fully dressed.
He had yet to wash up, but his face was cold with a hint of laziness. His eyes were long and narrow, and his eyes were pitch-black.
Even though he had not slept the whole night, he was still full of energy.
When he suddenly saw Fu Tingyu, Hua Wuyan froze.