Chapter 175 The Games We Play
- “Hmm…” A gust of wind seeped through the partly opened window, and it brushed past his bare skin, he grunted.
- He laid, sprawled on the large bed as his emerald green eyes came into view.
- A figure, with such a slender waist and donned in nothing but his oversized t-shirt, worn rather poorly, hovered around the tall window.