C82 Is It Fun to Feed the Mosquitoes

The night was thick and the sky was drizzling.

When Wen Anran returned to her room, she felt uneasy. "I think I should go back to my own place."

After all, she had already said what she wanted to say when she was burning with anger. Now that she came back to live, she felt that her cheeks were burning.

Duan Linxi did not answer. He took off his jacket and walked into the bathroom