Pushing open the door, I saw three people in the room, with Qiao Anuo being held in Fang Chen's arms.,Joanne felt a bit down. She tossed and turned in bed, then switched off the lights and cried in the darkness.,At 4 a.m., Qiao Anmu opened her eyes. The alcohol had worn off halfway, and the soreness in her waist, along with the even breaths beside her, startled her.。
