C183 Buried Past.

Buried Past.

Yu Siyan was sleeping soundly with Xiang Xiang, while the phone on the tea table hummed. It shook the glass so much that it even started to moan. He frowned as he forcefully opened his eyes and opened the arm on Xiang Xiang's waist.

Xiang Xiang fiercely pulled Yu Siyan into his embrace and said unhappily:

"You're not allowed to answer it