C45 Trapped in the Elevator(2)

How could a man like Xi Muqing, who had a serious obsession with cleanliness, share an urn with someone else? But now, he was indeed like an ordinary person, standing there, smoking nonstop.

Silver street lamps lightly fell on his body, giving him an indescribable sense of loneliness.

Lele's heart throbbed in pain, and it was somewhat sharp.

As if he had sensed the gaze she was looking at him