Chapter 197 who is the "page" Shen lingsong stretched out and sat up straight in the early morning, rubbed his bleary eyes and looked around at the decorations. Eh, it's not his own room.

looking around, I saw the blouse on the table, pure white color, reflecting a section of light under the new sunshine. I felt for the blouse unconsciously. Unexpectedly, one night, yu'er made the clothes.

"language?" Shen lingsong's line of sight glances at Xu Ziqing's bed, nobody? Where did Yuer go in the early morning? Why didn't you rest in bed after making clothes all night?

"squeak" Shen lingsong quickly opened the door, ran out, and saw...