C38 His Girlfriend Despised Him

Mo Yov came back to her senses and awkwardly looked at the side of his face that was as cold as an ice sculpture. She handed the phone to the pillow.

"Your girlfriend."

The outrageously large man's phone was heavy in his hand. It buzzed and vibrated, causing her entire arm to feel numb.

"I won't answer." He lazily closed his eyes.

Mo Yov sighed in defeat and could only draw on the screen