C538 Wooden box in hand

Looking at the soundly asleep Hu Xiao'er, the corner of Jiang Tingyu's mouth raised slightly, he then took off the clothes on his body, and smiled as he looked at the alcohol reeking Hu Xiao'er.

"You're lucky you're a fool!"

For a moment, the inside of the house was filled with spring colors. Jiang Tingyu's face was as red as a ripe apple, but she did not know what had happened that night