Beneath the night sky, inside Jiang Wushuang's villa.
Han Chong had hauled Chen Yu here and slipped away almost immediately. At this moment, Chen Yu was lying on a soft, spacious bed, completely unconscious.
By the bedside, Jiang Wushuang's face was as red as a ripe apple. As she gazed at the sleeping youth on the bed, her bashful, beautiful eyes held an extremely complicated expression.
Chapter 365