C80 Don't Make a Fuss

Mi Su lowered her head, her eyes secretly lingering on Rong Jinchu's good figure.

She felt a little hot in her nose.

Remembering the blood that came out of Rong Jinchu's nose when she was stuck in the pot last time, Mi Su's alarm clock rang. She smartly raised her hand to cover her nose to avoid the embarrassment of her nose bleeding.

She looked down from Rong Jinchu's abs..