Sixty-one

ir of nobility and grandeur. This man was elegant in everything he did, from his words to his actions, even the way he smoked was incredibly handsome.He had quite a few cigarette butts at his feet, he...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."remember that they spent a night here. The feeling then must be very different from now.Take a warm rest for a moment, it's almost one o'clock. She called home, but no one answered. The 45th floor was...