C31 Have a Bad Idea

The door creaked open. Wang qiaoling stood at the door and rubbed his eyes with his bare feet. He was not wearing pajamas or clothes, and was standing in front of Feng qingyang with his sleepy eyes closed.

"What's wrong? What happened? "

Looking at her, at the two snow-capped mountains on her chest, Pink. The soft red roof, the not-so-thick black forest