C159 intimate relation

Xiao Bu Dian slept soundly, and by the time he woke up, it was already past noon.

Feeling the emptiness in his embrace, Xiao Bu Dian immediately sat up.

There was no one in the room, only the curtains, which had been meticulously drawn to block the fierce noon sun.

There was a black homemade phone on the night table, and the thermos box he had brought in the morning was on the table