Mom, What Are You Doing In Our Room?
編輯: Larbre Studio
There was only one bed in the room, and now it was occupied by him. Where was she supposed to sleep?
As if aware of her worries, Zhou Yao, who was on the bed, put one hand behind his head and patted the bed with the other. "Sleep here," he said lazily with his eyes closed.
"No way!"
"What do you want then? There are no extra beds or quilts in the room. Now, it is almost winter. Besides," Zhou Yao opened his eyes and looked at her, "if I wanted to do you, I could do it even without sleeping together. If I don't want to do it, I won't touch you even if we sleep together. So, rest assured."
Look at how relaxed he sounds. Of course, he won't suffer any losses. I guess he would even rather they slept in the same bed. Leng Zhiyuan hated him so much, but he was right. At present, there was no other choice.
She hesitated, then took off her slippers, got in bed, rolled under the covers, and lay down.