The entire room was pitch black, and her body was in excruciating pain. A ray of moonlight shone through the open window.
The moonlight was hazy, and it was not easy to see anything. However, when she turned her head, she clearly saw Song Yunxiang sleeping like a dead pig.
Listening to his deafening snoring, Gu Qingge's heart began to race. He was nervous and a little uneasy.
She nimbly got off the bed and tiptoed to the door. She opened the door without making a sound and walked out in a flash.
Behind him, Song Yunxiang, who was lying on the big bed, suddenly opened his eyes. After a sly smile, he closed his eyes again.
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Gu Qingge went to the study room next door. She had not turned off her computer yet. She immediately took the mouse and deleted the video.