C953 I Can't Stop Thinking about Her

Rong En let go of Bao Muchuan's neck with a blush and continued massaging his eyes while feeling sleepy.

No one knew how much time had passed, but Rong En's hands were so sore that they were about to be crippled.

Bao Muchuan had already fallen asleep. His sleeping posture was quiet and handsome, without any precaution or expression. It could even be said that he was a bit well-behaved