Originally, there were small and exquisite figures here, but now they have become rows of books.

"I didn't move it, I threw it away."

Chen Yiru twitched the corner of his mouth.

"threw!"

An Ling's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on her face.

If I remember correctly, the cheapest of his figures cost nearly a thousand yuan, so he just threw them away!

"Well, Qingyan doesn't like those things."

Chen Yiru sighed.

An Ling looked at him up and down and asked tentatively: "Are you living together?"

"No." Chen Yiru waved his hand: "But I gave Qingyan the key to my house."

"..."

An Ling opened her mouth, but finally said nothing.

It's not easy for an outsider to interfere in the matters between you and me.

At this moment, Hua Qingyan suddenly walked out from behind Chen Yiru and looked at her with a smile.

…

…

The night outside the window is hazy.

The person lying on the bed closed his eyes tightly, and his bangs were soaked in cold sweat and stuck to his forehead.

An Ling...

An Ling...

Someone seemed to be calling her name in her ears.

"ah--"

A scream of fear suddenly sounded.

Suddenly, An Ling opened her eyes and straightened up. Her eyes were filled with fear, and her violent breathing made her chest pull like a bellows, and she could not recover for a long time.

After a while, An Ling covered her forehead and said exhaustedly:

"It turned out to be a dream!"
Chapter completed!