In the morning, Chen Yang smelled the fragrance between Qiao Ning's hair, and a sudden impulse came. He kissed the past and Qiao Ning woke up. Two people stare at each other, each other is affectionate.

Naturally, it's rainy and cloudy again, and it's full of joy.

Such harmony is a blend of soul and flesh, a joy that is emotionally strong to the extreme.

After that, Qiao curled up in Chen Yang's arms. Chen Yang said, "After breakfast, I'm leaving."

Joe nodded and said, "Well!" She paused and said, "I'll be waiting for you in Shaowei Palace."

Chen Yangwei sighed and said, "This massacre has come unconsciously, and now...