"Are you sure? You're going to sleep here tonight?"
Jiang Feng looked at Nangong Qingcheng's delicate little feet, as fine as white jade, sticking out from under the quilt, and couldn't help but swallow dryly, questioning in confusion.
On Nangong Qingcheng's blushing face, there was already a hint of annoyance, she had thickened her skin to take the initiative to stay, but what was with that expression on his face?
"You don't want to?"
"Ahem, not exactly, it's just...there's no sofa here, where do you want me to go?"
Jiang Feng reluctantly tore his gaze away from Nangong Qingcheng's tender feet, as tender as bamboo shoots in spring, and looked at her face to ask.
Heh!
Nangong Qingcheng couldn't help but laugh when she heard this, so this fool was worried about that.
Her face turned even redder, her cheeks blooming like flowers: "Who said you were sleeping on the sofa? Tonight, you're also sleeping in the bed!"
"Are you—sure?"
