The projector in the room, Luo Qingqiao, never used it.

Zhou Fan would never wronged her on foreign objects.

The bedroom was huge, with most of the stuff in place, except for the big bed, most of the stuff was left in place.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, when the moon was a little dark, the projector started to run and cast a video on the curtain that had just been lowered.

It shouldn't be ......

Chapter 91 of "Slowness" Forget it, it's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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