When putting down the computer too hard and made a noise, Qiujiayi feared clapping her chest, secretly squinting at the bedside movement, once again confirming that Sheng Lingyao was not awakened, crept to the bedside.

Apricot stared at the edge of the collar of the white shirt on the ground with a little lipstick stain and sighed softly.

"It's only three things. I don't want you to hide anything from me. Otherwise, hum!"

Looking at Sheng Lingyao's handsome side face while sleeping, Qiu Jiayi deserves helplessness. Pick up the white shirt, go to the bathroom lightly, fill the basin with water, put the white shirt in, put a little laundry...