He moved his notebook to one side, got up and went to Ye Shuimi's room. He knocked twice at the door, which opened automatically.

When can we get rid of this dislike of closing doors? He went in and saw a figure in the pink curtain, with long dresses on the ground.

leaves and ink legs lay on the floor, sleeping in the upper part of the bed, with delicate makeup on the face, but the eye shadow is faint.

"What kind of sleep is this?" Ye Miao helplessly lifted his legs to the bed, stared at the woman's sleeping face and sat on the bed.

If today he was...