On Qin Yuelan's exclusive roof, the flowers are green, the night breeze is warm, and the soft yellowish light gives out a mild taste.

Su Rui sat on the sofa, looked at Qin Yueran standing beside him in sullen mood, and laughed, "It's you who take the initiative to hold me, and you who sleep in my arms. Why do you turn your face when I hold you?"

Qin Yuelan bent down and grabbed Su Rui's collar with both hands. "I warn you not to mention that sleeping thing again!"

As a result of her action, Su Rui just followed her eyes to the top of her chest. Although wrapped...