'han.She sat at an angle that allowed her to see Fu Mo'han's profile. He was cold and focused, staring intently at the computer screen. His long fingers danced across the keyboard, producing a clatter...Raise the bedding, Lin Jin dyed once again lay down, back against the door, the quilt covered to the nose, the whole person shrank in the quilt, tightly closed his eyes. 。

It's not a big deal, just sleep it off. 。Alas, she just couldn't fall asleep. Lying in bed, she became increasingly uncomfortable. 。unbearably wanting to cry 。

"Click!" 。A crisp sound of a door openingd got into the car, without noticing the disdain and coldness that flashed across the man's lips.—— Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!Late at night, Lin Jinran habitually op...