C78 You're My Tree Hole

Five days passed. Lu Chun placed a lamp on his bed that he couldn't read but could miss.

He squatted on the ground and washed his clothes. He was thinking whether he should tell her that he had received it.

But she did not care if he had received it.

Lu Chun hesitated. He shook off the foam in his hands and planned to send a text message with his phone. He hesitated on how to send it