Under the rendering of monotonous incandescent lamps, the room has almost no temperature to speak of. Adjacent to the balcony, its two rows are full of withered potted plants that emit a foul smell.

The wine glasses were cleaned and the confiscated sheets were folded. The lost key was found, the lock was opened, and the large bathtub in the bedroom, which had a special fetish, was filled with lollipops of various colors and beautiful coins. Clothes littered, scratch paper littered, cigarettes that were pinched off without two puffs were everywhere... Fortunately, he knew that he hadn't been like this before, otherwise, Gu Xiaoxiao really had to suspect that Jiang Yu's cleanliness was a disguised label.

Okay, who hasn't been in a bad mood......

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