C296 My Head Was Green

Soong Han did not avoid it. He sat in the lounge of the studio and crossed his legs. He smiled faintly and replied, Do you want me to sleep with you?

He rubbed his temple. He did not sleep well last night.

Without an octopus to hook him to sleep, he began to miss.

Seeing his usually stern face reveal such an expression one day, Ximen Jian was stunned. Could it be that this artist