C51 Today Huatong Is Still a Demon

Ling Han's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He stretched out his hand. Under Bai Qimo's confused gaze, he rubbed her hair that was propped up by sleep. Then, without saying a word, he opened the door and walked out.

He turned around and closed the door. His expression did not change as he rubbed his two fingers together. His fingertips seemed to still have the softness left behind by his hair