C297 Nothing

Qi Luofan sat on the windowsill and lit up a cigarette. This place was truly like a secluded paradise.

"Luofan, time to eat breakfast." A familiar voice entered his ears.

Qi Luofan's hand, which was holding onto the cigarette, shook. He turned around abruptly and saw Yan Mohen, who was wearing an apron, smiling at him from the bedroom door.

"Qi Luofan