C52 Old Times

"Gu Luanqing, are you crazy?" Yu Shuhan's cold tone was the same as the temperature of the rain, cold to the bone.

The difference was that Yu Shuhan's cold tone was worried about her.

Gu Luanqing had just walked out of the bathroom when a dry towel flew over and covered her head. Immediately after, there was a pair of hands that were not small. Yu Shuhan ruthlessly ravaged her hair