Sufficient Stop

After the bed was made up, Ouyang Mengjiao sat on it with a serious expression, but she couldn't help but frown.

She felt that the bed was so hard and uncomfortable. But then she brought this hard, uncomfortable feeling along with it to a few years ago, when wasn't it the same feeling? However, he had gotten used to it after sleeping for so long.

Lu Chen stared at Ouyang Mengjiao blankly. The past uncontrollably fell down from the bottom of her heart and blossomed like rain and snow. He lit a cigarette, and almost in an instant, he realized that the time had been a time of poverty, but it was also a time of certainty. Now that he was economically wealthy, his spirit seemed to be lacking something important.

Ouyang Mengjiao walked to Lu Chen's side, tilted her head and asked tentatively, "Should we increase the romantic atmosphere?"

Lu Chen asked: "How do I increase it?"

Ouyang Mengjiao blinked. For example, some red wine.