C137 Wife

The weather was overcast, the clouds were too thick, even the sun couldn't pierce through. Xu Hsinghsing was drawing by the window, and of course, it was Mo Ya who painted the character. He was happily curled up on the bedroom door, occasionally turning around to take a look at Xu Hsinghsing.

Xu Hsinghsing was happy to see it. His eyes lit up and an idea suddenly popped up