She rubbed her cheek gently with her finger pulp, lowered her head and printed a kiss on her lips. Her deep, dumb voice showed a trace of self-reproach: "Xiaoyi, I'm sorry..."

The next day, Qiujiayi slowly opened her eyes and had a five-second blank in her head. Looking around at the unfamiliar environment, I was somewhat confused, totally unaware of where it was and what had happened.

In her blank space, Sheng Lingyao came out of the bathroom with a wet towel in her hand.

At last, people who had been worried for a whole night were awake, the contour line which had been tightened for a whole night was...