I’m Worried that I Won’t be Able to Hold Back

When Huangfu Qingjue saw how Ling Chuxi had her feathers ruffled, he smiled gently. His smile was full of overflowing affection.

"You, what are you smiling about? Appearing in my bedroom in the middle of the night... Who is teasing who? Stop talking nonsense!"

Nervously looking at Huangfu Qingjue who was by her bedside, Ling Chuxi suddenly felt that her own face was very, very hot. His hot breath seemed to linger on her ear.

Huangfu Qingjue finally stopped smiling and replied in a low voice, "I'm not smiling about anything."

Although he did not appear to be smiling, a hint of a smile could still be seen in his eyes.

"You, you, get out immediately!" stammered Ling Chuxi as she was a little tounge-tied.

No one could be calm if a man suddenly appeared by their bedside in the middle of the night.