speaking, then with a single fluid motion, flipped out of bed and walked towards the closet. He grabbed his pajamas and went into the bathroom. 。While An Xiaotu was still in a daze, thinking about ho...separated by a table. His fingertips rested on the inside of her wrist, Wen Pingsheng's slightly cool temperature causing him to furrow his brow slightly. 。After a while, he withdrew his hand. 。Just...