C1657 It's Not That Easy to Interrogate Her

Tickle, just one word.

Ling Nuannuan could not help bending over to scratch. She was about to scratch her skin, but she still felt itchy.

If she had known that there were so many mosquitoes in the garden at night, she would not have sat there. It was too late to regret now.

When the elevator arrived, Ling Nuannuan walked out with a bouquet of flowers