Shengling Yao was very close, and the hot breath poured on her cheeks, itching.

His eyes became more and more hot, Qiu Jiayi had a bad secret way, pretended to yawn a few times, and gently pushed him away with his small hand: "Don't make noise, I'm tired, I want to sleep."

Shengling's evil spirit's hook lip laughed, and her hand on her waist became more and more unrestrained. She laughed languidly: "Coincidentally, I am also sleepy. Together. "

Qiujiayi: "..."

Can you have a thicker skin?

She knows too well what it means to be together, but she doesn't mean that tonight.

Sheng Ling Yao constantly pushed to her...