"roll--"

Early in the morning, Lingjun's furious roar rang out in the small home, causing the plum blossoms in the courtyard to tremble.

Ji Jia was holding a bowl of soy milk and squatting at the entrance of the courtyard to drink it. He almost choked on the soy milk in his nostrils from the overwhelming drink.

Ji Chengyan leaned against the bed, hugging the struggling Lingjun and smiling lazily. His slender legs were bare , and he carelessly rubbed Lingjun's equally ...