C262 Wing assemble

A Qing stood up from the bed, walked to the living room barefooted, and lit a cigarette in his hands. Xiao Yicheng took out a cigarette from the box on the table and reached into his pocket for the lighter.

"Hey hey hey, what are you doing?" A Qing pretended to stop his.

"Why did you suddenly come to live at my house? Aren't you sleeping well in the office?" I think you're used to it too