Chapter 050 Tiny Toothpick

It was a tiring day. Yang Fan entered his own room, took a bath, and went to bed to rest.

Early the next morning, he woke up groggy, and it seemed like it was still raining.

That's not right. How could there be rain in the bedroom?

Wiping his face, he scrambled up and heard Murong Yan's voice: "Time to get up."

As she spoke, she held a cup of water, most of which she had already poured onto Yang Fan's face.

"Are you sick or something?" Yang Fan looked at the water on his face and his drenched body and roared.

Sick indeed. Sleeping soundly and you pull such a childish stunt. Still playing these tricks.