C107 The Atmosphere Is Burning

Knowing that the man would not let her rest if he did not do what he said, he took the towel from his hair and walked over.

The curtains were half open, revealing the cold French windows. The sound of the rain was like music that made people sleepy.

Murong Hao put down the bottle he had just poured down, took the towel, and pressed her down on the chair in front of him