C84 Depravity of sin

Her movements were probably a wake-up call for Ambowen. He opened his eyes and sat up on the sofa.

"I'm sorry I woke you up."

"Nope." He squinted out the window.

"Can I get you a cup of tea?" Lan Yan looked at Obo Wen's complicated expression and said.

It was the Ceylon Black Tea. Ambowen actually liked tea more than coffee, but he rarely drank it