C499 This Stupid Woman

Warmth stood at the side, her slender figure faintly trembled as she timidly looked at the man not far away, not even daring to breathe.

Zuo Zhan played with his phone, his long legs crossed as he sat on the sofa, his other hand supporting his cheek as if he was thinking of something.

The room was quiet, as if time had been stretched out, every minute and every second was long and arduous