Last night I was tired for most of the night. I didn't go to sleep until early in the morning. When I opened my eyes in the morning, I found that it was three strokes a day.

"are you awake?" I saw zize holding his head in one hand and helping me to light a wisp of hair in front of his forehead, which was full of doting tunnel.

I can't help thinking about last night, but I blushed into the quilt.

"noer..." Zize stripped me out of the quilt very shamelessly. I hurriedly blocked my face with my hands, leaving only a little finger gap to watch him secretly....