C187 The Other Marquis Whispered

Not long after, Hou Qingyu had already wrapped her hair with a towel. Her body was wrapped very tightly, and there was no possibility of any spring light appearing.

"Have you finished eating? Let's talk about something serious. How was the entire process of swallowing!?" Hou Qingyu's embarrassment when she woke up in the morning had long disappeared. In its place was still the same coldness