Xu Ying threw away her phone, got into the quilt, and looked up to the sky. She pretended to be bored and tilted her head."Little duck, aren't you going to sleep?"
"You sleep first."
Leng Yerong calmly continued to process a batch of data. No one was making noise in his ear. The elegant man fixed his eyes on the pile of bank accounts he had just calculated. He had made a terrible mistake and had to redo it.
that won't do. Didn't you want me to sleep with you? the little ancestor is already sleeping but the little duckling isn't. Is this called being slept by me? "
"Who's the little ancestor?"
"Of course it's me! For the next three months, I'll be the little devil. In the future, you have to call me little devil, understand?"