C398 To demand justice

Early in the morning, Xie Qingrong woke up from her sleep. Her waist was sore, as if her back had been crushed by a car.

The hand that was about to pull open the curtain suddenly stopped. The warm sensation in this hand?

Who is it?

Could it be the man from last night?

Or?

Xie Qingrong's heart tensed up, her hair stood on end, and when she looked up, she realized that she was lying on a chest