C53 Love

"Yaan, get up!" Xia Su looked at the man lying on her bed and could not help but raise her hand to poke him.

Fu Ningyaan raised his hand and caught the finger that was causing trouble. He held it in his palm.

It was clearly not an ambiguous action, but Xia Su's face was steaming. "Fu Ningyaan, you went back!" If this voice was to chase him away, it sounded more like a spoiled child