C89 A soft persimmon that can be kneaded as one pleases

The next morning, Jiang Mochuan left his room very early. When Chen Xi woke up, it was still eight in the morning.

He even went to the study to take a look.

He didn't even see Jiang Mochuan's figure.

"Xier, do you want to go to sleep for a while more?" Nanny Wang saw that it was rare for Chen Xi to wake up so early and spend the night walking around the house