Song was still lying on the windowsill in July, but he did not understand what he was talking about, except for his eyes, which were deeper than the night and looked at her. He walked up to her, reached out and pinched her cheek.

She was pinched by him when she landed and cried, "You murdered!"

He was delighted, and this was horrible. "As long as you don't run around, it's the greatest comfort for me."

"What, am I a monkey?" Song opened his hand in July.

Eventually she laughed and passed overnight, but she didn't understand the meaning.

The next morning, Mo Zhengyan ordered the driver to pick up...