C77 donkey

Nie Mo followed her strength and laid on the bed, he was obedient like he usually was not.

The sky gradually turned white, and the sound of roosters crowing could be heard from afar.

Nie Mo's gaze moved from her face, and only now did he realize the clothes she was wearing, the thin material, and the indistinct splendor it gave off.

He had been calm for too long