C1029 I'm Not Embarrassed

"Chuchu, talk..." It had happened, it had to be faced, he said hoarsely, struggling again.

Lin Chuchu could no longer pretend to be dead.

Surrounded by the quilt, his eyes tightly shut as he silently encouraged himself, telling himself: This is nothing, this era is normal …

Even so, she still felt that the wine was a bad thing