The wife of a promin

Ye Jiuliang shielded the cup with his hand, preventing the coffee from being spilled.,"Ye Jiulyang, are you planning to burn incense for me during Qingming Festival" What the hell, he was sleeping like a log. He clearly just fell asleep with his hands and feet all over the place.,Upon hearing this, Ji Mingqian's eyes lit up. He quickly hid the small porcelain bottle in his pocket.。