C357 Self-recommended occipital cushion

After Morong Gan fell asleep, he turned out the rest of the lamps and quietly left the room.

Putting down the tent flap, it formed a small world of its own. In the dim light, Morong Gan stared at the tent in a daze as many things flashed past his mind, making him unable to sleep.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps could be heard, he could tell that it was not Lv He, nor was it Qi Hong