C1057 Give Me Five Minutes

At nine o'clock in the morning, Jiang Wenrui, who rarely stayed in bed, was tossing and turning, occasionally glancing at the clock on the wall.

It was close to July and the air was filled with hot and dry emotions.

Yesterday, he spoke seriously. It should be 9 o'clock.

Frowning, she pulled over the air-conditioned head to cultivate sleepiness