Sleeping Couch

When Ling Xiao Yue returned home, she was more tired than anything else. Ling Xiao Yue held onto the wall and tore off her high heels. There was still no one at home.

Ling Xiao Yue lay on the sofa and held onto her entire person. She found the most comfortable position and had the soft pillow and pillow wrap around her.

The relationship between the two seemed to be even more harmonious than before. Ling Xiao Yue did not know what Qiao Meng had been up to recently, in short, Qiao Meng was ten thousand times scarier than that fool.

"Hey!" "Why are you sleeping here?" When Ling Xiao Yue heard a sound, she slowly opened her eyes.

"Lei …" Yun Ze, you're back. " Her voice was lazy and sleepy.

"En, let's go to bed." For some reason, Ling Xiao Yue suddenly felt a little playful.

"No, I'm going to sleep here." Ling Xiao Yue hugged a pillow and did not let go as she rubbed it with her face.