C761 A Woman Who Loathes the Idea of Throwing Herself at Someone

Feng Yuvyuv looked at the door. It was filled with large and small bags. Those who didn't know it would think that she was returning to her parents' home.

That leaves the last bed.

"There's still one last friend who's not here yet! You must not take advantage of the opportunity to occupy her bed. "

Feng Yuvyuv smiled and took off her backpack, "Miss, first come first serve