C423 She Do Not Love Him She Only Hate Him

It was hard to tell if it was day or night, Ann Ruoxi and Di Chenjue were entangled in the white bed, the light in the dark, the faint fragrance floating, the sweat mixing, the wind blowing the beige curtain, the two bodies were like tangled old roots, mixed together, you in me, I in you, it seemed like we shouldn't be separated for the rest of our lives!

For a whole day and night, Di Chenjue