Looking at Shengling's bright smiling face, Qiu Jiayi held her breath in her heart and could not go down.

She didn't want to admit that she was worried about him, so she kept hypnotizing herself because she was looking at Lin Jing and the face of Beijing.

Seeing the white porridge on the tea table will be cold, but not Shengling to get up and change into clean clothes, looking at the wet clothes sticking to his skin, Qiujiayi could not help but raise her eyebrows and say to him, "Why don't you go to take a bath? Do you want to catch a cold?'

Sheng Ling yao-wen said, black...