Sixty-one

head, “Are the stomach pills on the bedside table just for decoration”Ye Fei Mo stopped talking. He was used to the food in hotel restaurants, but coming back to eat this warm, home-cooked meal was...ike a shadow. Ye Fei Mo couldn't tell what he was feeling and found himself not rejecting Han Bi's advances.Perhaps it was nostalgia, perhaps a desire to prove something.He was too lazy to think about...