Qin Yafu was torn by Leng Muchen one night, and she didn't fall asleep in his arms until dawn.

Leng Muchen looked at her sleeping face and got her hair behind her ears. It was rare for her to have such a good sleep.

Snow, the bigger the fall, Qin Yahuang nested in the warm arms, but also unwilling to open their eyes.

Leng Muchen saw her long eyelashes blinking and curling.'Do you want to sleep again?'

Qin Yafeng gave a low, light response. In fact, she was really tired. She was not as energetic as he was, as if there was no one who was okay.

Leng Muchen held...