He stared at her silently, with a serious, stern and frightening expression.

Qiu Jiayi cautiously sneaked a few eyes at him, and was frightened by the cold death that emanated from his whole body.

"Sheng, Sheng Lingyao, have something to say, you, what do you want to do on earth..."

The momentum just disappeared, and Qiu Jiayi tried to talk to him calmly.

Pushing his chest hard with both hands, no matter how hard he tried, his eyes flashed a trace of regret, suppressing his resentment in his heart, and his tone was gentle: "You, go away, I'm out of breath under pressure!"

Watching her blush, Shengling's tall body slowly...