A moment later, Luo Qingcheng had fallen asleep in Chen Xiaobei's broad embrace. Her brows were like crescent moons and her pretty face glowed like the rosy dawn, exuding a grace and beauty reminiscent of a lotus flower.
So beautiful. Chen Xiaobei caressed Luo Qingcheng's face and sighed.
The only regret was that such a beautiful woman could only be looked at and not taken to bed. On top of that, he was currently being hassled by her lesbian cousin, which was a real pain in the ass.
And sure enough, Murong Xiaoyi was immediately annoyed. "Hey!" she scolded. "Let go of my cousin right now! You're not allowed to hold her!"
"Are you sick in the head?" Chen Xiaobei retorted, hugging Luo Qingcheng even tighter. "The car is already small enough. If I let her go, how is she supposed to sleep? You keep saying you like Qingcheng, but you won't even give her a moment to rest. Don't you think you're being incredibly selfish?"
