C499 May I Have a White Head Wind

"Ming, when are we going back?" After breakfast, Kang Nuo laid lazily on the sofa and did not want to move. He looked at Ming, who was busy, and felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

Ming placed the sliced fruit on a plate on the glass coffee table and then sat down beside Kang Nuo.

Just as he sat down, a pair of hands pulled him from behind and hugged him