C125 Enemies Have a Narrow Road

That night, Zhang Jiayang slept soundly and refreshed. When he woke up in the morning, Qiu Zitong's jade-like arms were still across Zhang Jiayang's waist, and her flushed face was pressed tightly against Zhang Jiayang's chest. Zhang Jiayang was in a hurry to get up and go to the toilet, but he didn't dare to move too much for fear of waking Qiu Zitong up