In this way, Zhou Lingqing carried me steadily and walked to the other end of the bed. I nestled in his arms, feeling his body temperature, smelling his breath, but I didn't dare to look up at him—all I felt was my face was hot and my ears were red.

No one has ever remembered my preferences and asked me if I liked them. I never knew the sense of security given by attachment to old things, it turned out to be called nostalgia.

Why did Zhou Lingqing treat me so differently, the word sincerity, really existing? Can I have these? Do I deserve this?

My heart sinks and floats in the depths of the sea, wavering, wandering.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Lingqing ......

Chapter 69 of "Sleeping on the Wrong Pillow" Wake up and lift your brain is hitting in your hand, please wait a moment,

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