C70 I'm Still Waiting for the Rice to Go into the Pot

Ye Hao was lying on the bed. He was very clear that since someone had set their eyes on him and wanted to give him a chance at life, they would be waiting to see a good show tomorrow.

In the darkness, Ye Hao reached out to embrace Wang Jiaxin's soft body. He tightened his arms and dreamt of Wang Jiaxin bathing together with him