Two-Way Sniper

Rou's sleeping face finally vaguely appeared in front of his eyes, which made him tremble uncontrollably, and his wet hands also tightly grasped the other's clothes.

"Qi Ji..."

"Qi Ji..."

He clearly knew that the other party was in a deep sleep, but he still couldn't help shouting softly—but, in that lingering warmth, there were not many people who had drank a lot and would never wake up at this time. In a second, he opened his lips in a daze, and instinctively protected the back of his head with his hands: "Hey, what's the matter...?"

It wasn't until the coldness on his face was touched by the tentatively touching big hand that there was a second of obvious gasp in the silent bedroom, and then, the light immediately turned on nervously, rushing into his room abruptly. sore eye.