Just when Sheng Lingyao wanted to ask for more, and it was difficult to extricate himself from this desire, Qiu Jiayixiu frowned and whispered unconsciously, "No... Chasing me..."

In an instant, the desire for fire subsided a lot, just like the cliff to pull back the horse.

"No... Chasing me... No, " Qiu Jiayi is still uneasy in her sleep. Shengling is shining and her eyebrows are stained with sorrow.

"Boy, what have you been through? Who hurt you!"

Interest is swept away, and naturally it can't go on.

Looking at the disheveled clothes of the people under him, Shengling Yao despises himself immensely!

The kid is still sick, what...