"Since you know, why don't you come over here quickly?" Gu Fuqiao's voice suddenly rang in Yan Zhen Guo's ear, and when Yan Zhen Guo looked up, he happened to glance toward the bedroom.
It turned out Gu Fuqiao was at home at this moment, but she was in the bedroom. Yan Zhen Guo put the rose he was holding aside and then walked into the bedroom. As soon as he entered, he saw Gu Fuqiao lying on the bed, wrapped up like a caterpillar in the quilt, with only a small head sticking out.
It was midsummer, and the weather was hot.
Seeing this, Yan Zhen Guo frowned and asked Gu Fuqiao, "Aren't you hot?"
"Not at all, not at all," Gu Fuqiao shook her head, but while she said she wasn't hot, she was thinking... To spend this holiday with you, I'm almost dying of heat, it's not easy.
