Liu Yiqing, after all, is a beginner in human affairs. He blushes and looks at himself. He buries his head shyly in the chest of the cold sun and refuses to lift it.

"Ha ha ha ha..." Cold Tianyang looked at the woman in her arms and made the scene of her little daughter. She was in a good mood. She came to the bathroom with her arms in her arms and put her in the bathtub. When she saw her bowing her head, she was not embarrassed, so she retreated kindly.

If it weren't for fear that she couldn't stand it, how could the cold sun let her go...