Lu Lingche saw her frightened appearance and chuckled gently.
He didn't know why, but he found her flustered demeanor kind of cute.
He gently removed her hand and held it in his: "The door isn't closed."
Qiao Yin tried her best to pull away: "Then why aren't you letting go already?"
"Actually, it also doesn't matter if it's not closed. It's quite thrilling this way."
Thrilling?
She was almost scared to death!
Qiao Yin was so angry that she wanted to poke him with a needle, but she couldn't find any under the pillow!
"Stop searching, I've thrown away all your needles."
"Why are you throwing my things around?!"
"Why would I keep them if not to let you poke me?"
Qiao Yin glanced at the door, feeling extremely anxious: "You can let go now, I'll go close the door. If grandma sees you here, she will get angry."
But Lu Lingche did not let go.
He got up from the bed, hand in hand with Qiao Yin, walked to the door, and closed it: "Is that fine now?"