Yue Zitong had already taken a bath. At midnight, his messy hair was smooth again and tied a rare ponytail behind his head.

Dressed in plain white casual clothes and rice-yellow flat-soled cloth shoes, plain face to the sky, the small look looks pure and messy.

She leaned against the wall on the left side of the room, her hands around her chest, her head lowered slightly, her eyes narrowed, and her little head trembled from time to time.

Is this a nap?

When did she fall asleep with a big comfortable bed, but learn to stand up and sleep with a pony?

Li Nan looked at her lazily, ignored...