C160 A Storm in Prison

Zhuo Lengyan's slender fingers touched the sofa and Qin Hao's chair one by one. She wanted to feel his temperature, but it was undoubtedly cold.

This night was destined to be sleepless...

The next morning, when Qin Hao woke up, none of them had woken up yet. However, Qin Hao did not get up in a hurry. Instead, he pretended to be asleep with his eyes closed.

After a while