C2570 Lo Chuan Was the Most Miserable Time in the Dark

Sometimes, if you can't solve a problem, you solve the person who posed the problem. Then, the problem ceases to exist.

Lo Chuan grasped this concept profoundly.

Yao Ziyan clutched her pillow tightly, her alluring eyes shy, her delicate, snow-white skin tinged with a blush. Even her tender earlobes were flushed with the pink of March peach blossoms.

"Are you still mad?" Lo Chuan asked, smiling