Chapter 217 He Cooked Breakfast Himself

good it was almost heavenly.If his voice before was so good that it could make one's ears pregnant, then the low, drawn-out "um" at the back, like the most beautiful moan in the world, almost reached...rs by him. He worked so hard all day and didn't sleep at night. Wasn't he afraid of dying from exhaustion or passing away early "Little Rabbit, I'm sorry! I know I've been busy with work and ignored...