C191 the tenderness of a flower

Lying on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling, quietly feeling this warmth!

Twenty minutes later, Mu Hui had finished showering and returned to her bedroom, "What are you thinking about?" She lightly walked over and sat beside Hao Zong.

The fragrance of the shower gel drifted over, Hao Zong could not help but turn to look at Mu Hui