The next morning, the dawn fell.

Chen Yang opened his eyes and looked at Lu Yuehua. Lu Yuehua closed her eyes and wondered whether she was sleeping or pretending to be sleeping deliberately.

Chen Yang giggled and then took back the Dragon rope.

"Yuehua, how's your sleep?" Chen Yang's hippy smile.

Lu Yuehua gave Chen Yang a vicious look, but ignored him.

Chen Yang was relieved. Hey hey, sure enough, after a night, this breath can be dissipated. Even Lu Yuehua was so gnashing at that time.

At present, Lu Yuehua is also helpless. After all, she was ashamed to talk about last night.

She doesn't want to flirt with...