C37 Poor People's Lives Are Miserable!
It's getting late, and the wind is blowing outside. The hotel room had temporarily become a place without danger. Le Yao was still leaning on me as she looked at the air vent of the air conditioner in a daze. The same goes for me. Neither of them has the desire to eat.
After a long while, I looked at Le Yao's face and the fingerprints on her face finally disappeared a little. I said to her