The pony

When Lei Jing woke up, the sky was already dark.

There was still a dazed look in his eyes that he had just woken up, but it disappeared in a flash and was quickly replaced by coldness and wisdom.

She sat up in the dark. The seat beside her was cold. It was obvious that the person in her arms had left long ago.

But very quickly, Thunder valiant beast felt something different from before.

He reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.

The room was filled with warm light.

On the bedside table, his necktie cufflinks and watch were neatly arranged.

The tie that was originally tied around his neck was also folded at the side.

A few buttons of Lei Xiao's shirt were unbuttoned, and his muscular chest was faintly visible.

He chuckled.

There was no one else like Han Xing, who had a hard mouth but a soft heart to the extreme.

He walked out of the lounge.

There was a paper bag on the coffee table with a brand new Black shirt that had been ironed.