Ye Wuge curled his lips, lowered his head to kiss her lips, and then raised his hand to turn off the bedside lamp.
With him there, she didn't have to be afraid of those things.
In the dark, Jiayin slightly opened her eyes, pouted, this big jerk, but didn't make another sound, and closed her eyes again.
On the other side.
Early the next morning, after Xiao Moli left for work, An Ziqi went with Xiao Chen to his studio in S City.
Xiao Chen went to check the equipment, and An Ziqi took a turn inside.
He hadn't been back for half a year, yet it was still spotless here.
Once the equipment was ready, Xiao Chen called her over.
An Ziqi approached and saw the test tube he was holding, then proactively extended her hand.
Xiao Chen poked her finger with a thin needle and drew a little blood sample.
After wiping off the blood bead from her fingertip, he carefully observed the tiny needle hole.
