C105 Adultery

When his heart was unsettled, Morong Gan loved to write. He calmed his emotions with just a few strokes. However, this method had been somewhat ineffective in the past few days. His heart felt like it was on fire, as if there was a large bundle of firewood at the bottom of his heart, and from time to time, there was a crackling sound. He raised his head and sighed, but he was still a bit confused