"Difficult, isn't it?" The thought of what he said in her ear made his cheeks red in an instant. His small hand held his dishonest big palm and held it firmly.

"You're four years older than me, and last night I didn't get enough sleep all night. Now you wake me up early to play hooligans on me. Isn't that just for old disrespect?" Qiu Jiayi's first words are Tao.

Sheng Lingyao knew the gap between their ages, but she didn't mind much before. Now when she spoke out in person, she began to mind.

It's all about the three-year-old generation gap. It's not surprising for him to be four...