ning. 。In the empty room, she was all alone. The cold bed offered no warmth of embrace. 。Habit is a terrible thing. Once you're used to another person, even if you don't love them, you tacitly accept...Chapter 1849 We Are Stuck in the Elevatorins. His single hand gripping the portly man's neck tightened, his voice as cold as the winter frost, "Speak, or I'll kill you!"As he balled his fists, the stout man's breathing grew labored. His hear...