Chapter 112 Hate the dirty self

In the early morning, the tiny sounds of the birds in the quiet valley gradually became clear, the soreness of the body overwhelmed her mind, the limbs exposed to the air were cold and numb, and the sourness from the waist declared her the fact of last night. She was like a broken puppet, and she has no strength in the big bed. At this moment, she suddenly woke up and began to look for her pajamas. Seeing the cloth pieces that were left on the ground, she was stiff and the face turned to pale,...