Sheng Lingyao was lying on the bed, the silk pajamas were open, showing a strong chest, thick eyelashes covering the eyes quietly, sleeping peacefully.

Looking down Sheng Lingyao's arm, his ten fingers are connected by a small, slender, white hand.

Yao Xinxin!

Yao Xinxinxin was wearing a long white skirt, holding a shining hand, his head leaning against the bend of his arm and falling asleep.

The morning sun shines on both of them through the landing window, gentle and aesthetic.

I don't know how long it took Yao Xinxin to wrinkle her eyebrows slightly and slowly open her eyes.

At the moment of seeing Qiujiayi near the door, Li...