C193 The Tolerance of Yan Mo Hen

Wu went back to his room, texted Wu Yihang, and threw the dried lavender into the trash.

No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't sleep no matter how much I tried. I picked up Yan Mohen's pillow and took a sniff. Yan Mohen's scent was still on the pillow …

Su Momo sniffed and took out a sleeping pill from the drawer