C965 First Love of Glass Slag 22
The next morning, when Yuan Hansheng opened his eyes, the fluffy little head in his arms was already gone. The person that stuck to him like an octopus the night before was also gone.
Yuan Hansheng turned his body and looked at the time on his phone. It was only 7 in the morning.
He thought Tang Yan got up early to go to the toilet, so he lifted the blanket and got off the bed
