C67 You're the Robber Aren't You

You're the robber, aren't you?

Article 67 Beloved, you are the one who robbed, right?

Hsing Biao lay sideways, his arms as a pillow, his arms as a pillow, and his forehead as a pillow. The blanket was warm, and his wife was in his arms. It was late at night, and even breathing was bliss.

Hsing Biao slept the most comfortable sleep he had ever had in his life.

Su Moh set the alarm clock