chapter 37 The life of the poor is miserable!

The night got deeper, and the autumn wind outside became more and more violent. The hotel room temporarily became a place without danger. Maya still leaned on me, looking at the air outlet of the air conditioner in a daze. I did the same, both of us. No one has the desire to eat. I looked at Maya's face for a long time, and the fingerprints finally faded a little, and I said to her: "Let's go out to eat, or if you don't want to go out, I'll call and place an order." Maya shook her...