Ye Nian-mo silently wrote down that the change of locks would be the first major event of tomorrow.

Ding Yiyi watched him turn around, his eyes moved to three inches below his belly, and his face blushed.

Pressing people on the bed, the temperature gradually rises with the kiss, Ye Nianmo looks down at the moving woman, slightly upright.

"creak."

The two men on the bed stopped abruptly. He moved his arm slightly and said "crunch" again.

The squeak came along with Ding Dacheng's loud voice, and Ding Yiyi grabbed his arm embarrassingly. "Forget to say, this bed is wooden, maybe too long to come back, and it's a little...