Qiao Yingzhe stared at Ye Cheng's back for a long time, sleepless! He went to the window, quietly distressed, pushed open a crack, finger brushed the yellow particles on the window frame, like sand crystals, facts proved that the moment was not a false, took some crystals in the paper towel, stuffed in the pocket, closed the window, returned to the paper towel to put on, lay down clothes.

Ye Cheng rolled over and got out of bed when he heard a symmetrical breathing behind him. He tiptoed out of the room. There was only one ceiling lamp on the aisle. The limited optical fibers could only light the middle...