C525 What Is the Most Valuable Thing in My House

A man, no matter how brave and fierce he was, would always have a tired moment.

After the dust settled, JingHong Xue sat on the wool carpet on her knees with her arm on the sofa and her left hand on her chin as she looked at Qin Zhao, who was already asleep.

She had been looking at him without moving for a long time. Her legs that had been curled up like this even began to feel numb