Knowing that she was tired, Sheng Lingyao did not torment her for too long this time.

Qiu Jiayi has already embraced the mentality of being tossed about by his changing patterns, but this time he has become very talkative, and just did it twice and let her go.

In the early morning, Qiujiayi was still asleep, confused, feeling something rubbing against her cheek, thinking that Shengling Yao was going to toss her, and hiding in fear.

"No..."

Looking at her muttering mouth, her little hands still sweeping in disorder, the cute little appearance let Shengling Yao not hold back, and grabbed her a kiss.

Qiu Jiayi's seven halos and eight...