This sentence wasn’t a reproach at all!
He had intended to let her rest properly, but she shouldn’t have kissed him.
His willpower was already limited in her presence, let alone when she took the initiative to flirt.
Luo Xiaoqian understood what he meant, and even though her heartbeat was thunderous and her breathing was rapid, she didn’t let go of his arm. Instead, she tightened her hold.
The two of them were so close, of course she could feel the changes in his body, and besides, this time she was willing.
Tonight, she didn’t want to leave him!
She didn’t speak, but her arms already gave the answer.
Leng Zimo lifted his hand and pinched the button on her pajamas.
...
...
Dong dong dong!
Just then, a knocking sound—polite and rhythmic—interrupted rudely.
Luo Xiaoqian, startled, straightened up from his embrace and covered her parted pajamas hurriedly.
"Who is it?!"
Leng Zimo’s palm was still on her, his tone conveying thin anger and impatience from being disturbed.
"It’s me, Jiao Yang!"
From outside, Jiao Yang’s voice clearly made its way in.
"What is it?"
Recognizing Jiao Yang’s voice, Leng Zimo’s tone grew even more displeased.
In the dead of night, Jiao Yang knocking on his door was definitely deliberate.
"It’s something!"
Jiao Yang’s voice from outside sounded lazy but carried an undertone of stubbornness. He didn’t seem ready to leave, as if they would have to open the door or he would never go.


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