C325 Sigh

Chiang Lee's voice was accompanied by the coffee machine's voice. Ann Qianxi lowered her head, ashamed of her dirty thoughts.

Chiang Lee's house, following his usual style, was simple, clean, liked to store plants in the room, and had a refreshing feeling of walking into the forest. Just like him, when Ann Qianxi was staring at the bush orchid in a daze, Chiang Lee had already walked over