C71 Provocation

After cleaning up the living room, Ji Qing rubbed her sore back and returned to her bedroom.

Wu Hao was already asleep. Ji Qing turned on the bedside light and foolishly bent down to look at him for a long time. The dim yellow light covered his sleeping face and his pretty brows were locked tightly together.

He mumbled something in his sleep as he turned his body over and gave Ji Qing his back