C45 Painting Room

She had forgotten that the man in front of her had the final say on when the Xinrui would start their holidays.

Zhuang Qiu did not intend to stay on the bed any longer. She took advantage of Chung Yong's carelessness and lifted the blanket in one breath, breaking free from his grip like a live fish.

Chung Yong looked at Zhuang Qiu, who was full of vitality, and his brows curved a little