C215 Candlelight Dinner

At night, the street lamps outside the window glowed faintly.

The Muqingxuan in the apartment leaned back slightly, her delicate body sank into the soft sofa. Her eyes were slightly open, staring straight at the television.

Her small hands were slightly clasped together, and she felt an unbearable sense of irritation. They had been alone in the room for the past few days