Sweet

Although she had not interacted with him many times, Ye Qingyu realized that although he looked gentle on the outside, he was domineering and domineering on the inside.

Now that he had something on her, she could only endure it no matter how angry she was.

"Okay, then you sleep on the bed. I'll sleep on the sofa."

Although the hotel couldn't compare to the ones in the big cities, there was still a clean small sofa.

Li Yanchen took off his glasses and massaged the space between his eyebrows. He seemed a little tired after a long day and lay down.

Ye Qingyu, on the other hand, could not fall asleep. Her body was filled with the smell of barbecue and the cigarette and alcohol of the man with the crew cut. She could not stand the mixed smell. She took her pajamas and went into the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, Ye Qingyu came out of the bathroom.

Seeing the scene in the room, the blood in her body seemed to freeze.