The phone was hung up and Chen Chen looked helpless. He felt a bad feeling.
The night was already dark. When Jiang Weide returned home, it was pitch-black. If she told Yan Qingqian that she might come back, she would have to wait for the whole night.
The air was filled with the sound of Yan Qingqian breathing and felt extremely warm. Jiang Weide took his clothes and went to the other rooms to bathe like a thief.
All women were angry at getting up, so she didn't want to wake Yan Qingqian up. Otherwise, she would definitely be scolded to death.
After taking a quiet bath, Jiang Weide went to bed in the quiet air.
"I'm back." Climbing inside Yan Qingqian neck, a pleasant fragrance wafted into his nose, Jiang Weide felt an extremely familiar aura.
She wrapped her hand around Yan Qingqian
