C2757 Blame It on Being Comfortable

Zhao Bingyue drank a mouthful of wine, and when she looked at Song Yu again, she hung up the phone. She was lying on the counter, and it was unknown if she was asleep or not.

"Hey, don't sleep. What should I do if you fall asleep? I can't move you." Zhao Bingyue patted her face. Song Yu impatiently waved his hand and shouted in his dreams, "Don't bother me