Huang Ying thought about the pillow she had tightly hugged in her dream and felt a bit embarrassed.
Oh no, did she mistake Chen Jun for a pillow?
Looking at the dark circles under Chen Jun's eyes, she felt increasingly guilty.
But she forced herself to open her mouth and said, "Anyway, it's your fault for being a jerk."
After speaking, she pushed him away vigorously and ran outside in embarrassment.
Chen Jun hadn't exerted much force, watching the little girl flee in panic. Then he glanced down at the desire that had just subsided but was eager to rise again.
Taking a deep breath, ever since he met this little girl, he seemed to lose control more easily.
He tried hard to calm himself, turned around and walked out, and saw the little girl lying on the sofa like an ostrich.
Her mouth muttered something unknown.
Chen Jun turned around and went upstairs. When he came back down after changing clothes, the little girl's head was still buried in the sofa.
