I thought that the number of times I saw Xu Yiyang would increase, or I could contact him more, but the result was not what Jiang Xiaoyu thought, until she finished all the clothes and articles, and even took a bath and went to bed to rest, did not see Xu Yiyang side.

There is a headlamp switch at the head of the bed with a series of routes. Jiang Xiaoyu reaches out and closes the ceiling suction lamp. The room falls into darkness, only the curtain reflects the silk moonlight.

Her body is actually tired, but spiritually just like chicken blood, inexplicable excitement, tossing and turning sleepless.

This familiar...