C615 Affinity Meeting

Even though Zhuo Qingyun forced himself not to think about Lan Mingyu, his head was uncontrollable.

He had been lying in bed for two hours. Not only was he not sleepy, his mind was full of his reflection, and even his breathing was filled with his scent.

He missed him, missed his laughter, missed his anger, missed the way he'd shut his eyes against lust