classification:metropolis |
author:An Zhaoyao |
state:in the series |
update:(2025-03-29 06:20:29) |
He stayed in the bathroom for quite some time, drying his hair halfway through, brushing his teeth twice. Looking at his flushed face in the mirror, he had an illusion that he was ruined.,Cold sweat slowly climbed up his spine; the red on his face vanished instantly, leaving a pale complexion hard to ignore.,They played in the game day and night, yet it was rare to see Moyaoyao come out for even a round; he was restrained and composed.。