C117 I'm Afraid

In the next few days, either Lang Yan cut his lips while drinking water, or a heavy object fell from his head and hit his forehead until it swelled up, or the bedside lamp suddenly exploded, and the light shot onto his face. In short, all sorts of unfortunate things happened one after another, resulting in wounds of all sizes on his body. Moreover, it was not only him, there were also Furla