Chapter 330 He told her, he was just tired of playing

m that it was getting late...Ho Shao-ting got up and walked straight out.The living room was dimly lit, with only a small night light left on by Wen Man. Under its light, he could easily see the late-...Lu Qian still walked over.

The city's neon lights cast a shimmering, multi-colored glaze over them, making everything seem unreal.

Like a dream, ephemeral.After a kiss.each other's breaths getting ragged...