The rest of the time was pressing, giving her no chance to breathe at all. Her sharp eyes kept staring at her, as if to see something in her face.

Qiu Jiayi's face was pale, and in the keen eyes of the rest of the time, his tense palms were sweating cold and biting his lips did not know how to explain it.

Originally intended to personally tell Sheng Lingyao all this, but others have already taken the first step to break everything in.

Subconsciously, looking up at Shengling behind him, I want to know what he thinks about the man who holds himself in his arms. Does

also think...