Burning Love: The Em

The time on the bedside clock was reminding me that I couldn't dawdle any longer, or else I would be late for work.,With a 'splat', the unfinished porridge in her hand was knocked out, smashing on the ground, even breaking the plastic cup.,And not far away, a black luxury car was parked on the roadside. Its wide front end exuded an air of arrogance and coldness.。