Chapter 217 He Cooked Breakfast Himself

e glanced at the other easels in the studio, roughly estimating there were forty or fifty of them. Were those covered paintings also hersAlthough I really wanted to unravel the mysterious veil no mat...wrapped in a towel after taking a shower, An Xiaotu felt her cheeks start to flush, and her heart beat faster.She swallowed nervously, her breath trembling, "Yu... Yu Cheng, are we... maybe moving too...