Wuliang mountain.
Ming Shu lay in her chair and watched the news. These days, it was all about the news on the train.
There were also many articles about her.
If it weren’t for the photos, Ming Shu would have suspected that they were talking about the reincarnation of a saint.
I was really just cleaning up the mess for the little fairy.
I don’t want to meddle in other people’s business, okay? !
I will be embarrassed if you praise me so much.
Ming Shu sat on the chair for a whole day. The little ghost brought her food twice, and she only remembered her little vixen in the evening.
Ming Shu returned to her room.
Du Qin lay in the coffin and restrained his coldness. At this time, du Qin looked like a Sleeping Beauty.
Since he came back, he had been sleeping.
Ming Shu lay on the edge of the coffin and looked at him quietly for a while. Then she sighed and turned around to leave.
Her wrist suddenly felt cold and she was pulled back.
Ming Shu turned around.