C1483 Young Lord He's Tugging and Tugging at the Milk

Patting the non-existent dust on his body, Wan Daiyu lightly patted Jiang Yong's palm, then hopped in front and led the way as if he was saying, "Then let's go."

Ten minutes or so. Wan Daiyu sat at the corner at the end of the bed with some restraint. As he listened to the faint sound of water in the bathroom, that sleepiness immediately disappeared.

He was eavesdropping with full of spirit