Sixty-one

st be lovely, bathed in sunshine, with a gentle breeze caressing everything. The purple curtains swayed softly, revealing a beautiful vista before her.It's very quiet.She didn't know how long she had...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go.", her jade body sprawled out. On the floor by her bed sat a man in black formal wear, holding her hand and sleeping soundly. 。Mo Chen felt someone enter the room. His natural alertness made him open...