did not want to be held by Lǐ An like that. Seeing him sleep soundly, she tried to pull her hand back but failed twice because he was holding on too tightly. Looking at the pale-faced Lǐ An lying sti... the empty room once again became cold and lonely. Yan Luoxi held the thin card in her hand and suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of melancholy.She had just graduated from university and was about t...
Chapter 11: The Pleasure of Self-Torture