C77 She Liked to be Gentle?

White ceiling, low-profile extravagance. Su Nuonuo did not even remember how many days she had been imprisoned in the bedroom.

In any case, as long as she opened her eyes, it would be the white ceiling. Before she fell asleep, it would be Lan Ruochen's cold gaze and hard chest.

Su Nuonuo knew that Lan Ruochen was forcing her to lower her head.

She did not want to compromise