He walked lightly to the bed, sat down slowly, glanced at the lamp on the bedside table, moved slightly, reached out to turn off the lamp, turned his head, looked at Mo Qinghan, who was covered by most of his face, his hand stopped in mid-air and paused for a while, perhaps it was the clear consciousness of his brain that prevented him from making the next move, and finally Shang Linjun took his hand back.

Nanshi belongs to the subtropical high pressure zone, the heat in summer is mostly unbearable, I don't know if Mo Qinghan deliberately punished himself, or forgot to turn on the air conditioner, the stuffy heat in the bedroom made him sweat profusely, and the wisps of green silk lying on his face were almost wet with sweat, and a heat in Shang Linjun's body at this time rose immediately, I don't know if it was because of the weather or because he was lying on the bed in a nightdress

"The little cutie he raised is blackened" Chapter 87 What a pity! We can't go back It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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