C117 Homicide

Qin Xiao was lying in the big basket with his arms around the back of his head, happily enjoying the sun as he watched Mo Qingfeng strenuously pull her up to the roof. She stretched her muscles and laid down on the roof tiles, frowning. "Hey, it hurts so bad. Bring me a blanket."

"Sigh." When he landed, he staggered for an inconspicuous moment