Qiu Jiayi blushed and felt that they were too close to each other and that their breaths were intertwined.

Just about to push him away, his hand accidentally bumped into something hot and hot somewhere.

"Well, that, what's that under you? It hurts to cluck at me.

"Want to know?" Sheng Ling Yao half-eyed, and approached her face for a few minutes. "To know what I hide, you have to give birth to me."

Hold her hand tightly, Shengling said.

Although he knows it's not glorious to use such "mean" means, he still wants to get her exact answer.

Listening to him mentioning the birth of a child again, Qiu...