C117 One hundred and seventeen there's a ghost outside the window

"Please don't be silent! I really can't hold it in any longer!"

Seeing that Huang Fu Ye did not react after a long time, just like a sculpture, Mo Jian Jian tugged on the corner of his clothes. Due to excessive patience, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Come out, you only have three minutes."

's voice that was about to burst out in tears pulled Huang Fu Ye back to reality