C511 I Miss Uncle Song

Xiong Miao's eyelids were heavy, and in a daze, she seemed to hear what the man said in her ear, but she did not listen to Qing Qing.

His low magnetic voice seemed to have magic, so pleasant that she fell asleep very quickly.

Being hugged by a warm embrace was very comfortable. Xiong Miao slept very soundly this night, and did not even have a dream.

The next morning, Xiong Miao slowly woke up