Qiu Jiayi kept her mouth open slightly and looked at Shengling Yao's back in a daze.

Just now, he swept away her hand... And the deep unknown eyes...

Shenglingyao strides forward to Yao Xinxin and holds her in her arms.

"Xiner, how are you doing?" What the hell is going on!"

"Ayao..."

Yao Xinxinxin is so painful that she has no strength to say a word. Only after several intermittent times can she say it completely.

"No, don't be weird. Yes, it's me. I just want to help you with your clothes... No, I didn't think it would make Jiayi angry... Photos, pictures, pictures of you, you and my sister,...