C84 I Hate You in My Previous Life

The lights in the room were on as if it was daytime, shining on Mu Yanxi who was sitting in the middle of the bed. Her skin, which was as white as cream, looked even more vivid.

The owner of this dress did not care at all. She only paid attention to her phone. She looked at which message the phone was and even smiled happily.

Zhang Lingling asked