C112

Mu Jingjing sat on the sofa in her bedroom, holding her chin in a daze. She looked like an ignorant sixteen year old girl who was reminiscing about the Prince Charming in her dreams. Her face brimmed with an unconcealable happiness and sweetness …

"That idiot Jiang Yiming," Mu Jingjing muttered to herself quietly, "Even if he wanted to see me, there's no need to keep himself confined to the bear