Zong xiadun, on his confused line of sight, want to ask him, looking at that similar to Zong Xia's face, really do not have a little feeling?

but it's really not suitable for her to ask. Her question exposes her identity.

"nothing." Thinking of this, Zongxia reluctantly takes back his sight, takes a look at the clean Seafood Plate he eats, touches his belly with satisfaction, stands up and goes to the bedroom subconsciously.

"what are you doing?" Shen yuecang held her hand quickly, frowned and looked at her discontentedly.

"sleep." Zongxia looks back at him and wants to get rid of his hand, but he catches it more tightly....