Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

It's late now, the windows on the twelfth floor are dark, there's no light, she must be asleep.,The hand holding the phone had evenly proportioned and slender bones, it clenched suddenly. The streetlight illuminated the windshield, leaving half of his face in shadow, devoid of color.,Huo Mingzheng had just come out of the bathroom. After he sent a WeChat message to Fu Yan, he sat on the sofa and waited for a while but didn't get her reply. He went to take a shower.。