C458 It's Not True Love

Can she not be tired?

Sinian entered her bedroom and closed the door.

Huo Shiyih casually folded his legs and lazily sat on the sofa. He lowered his head and casually flipped through the newspapers and magazines.

He took off his long windbreaker and wore a simple white and gray striped shirt. Under it was a pair of black Yamaani pants that wrapped around his long legs