Miss Jing, I will run away after sleeping. Do you want to abandon her? He smiled evilly and pressed her against the corner of the wall, gently ticked her fingertips, and the exhaled heat scattered between her thin white neck. Dear bastard, you are really kind tolerant! She gritted her teeth and smiled. Ji Yicheng, let's break up! Jing Qingge's eyes were red with aggrievedness. OK! That night, he appeared pitifully at her door with a pillow. My bed collapsed. Can you borrow a sleep? Get out, my bed is too small! It's not too big or small, just for sleeping with my little bad guy. Guess whether this is expensive. He brought out 999 roses.