"And you?" Just as she was about to leave, Mo Qian suddenly grabbed hold of her hand.
Ji Wei lowered her gaze to the hand being held by the man, her expression slightly dazed. Her eyes shifted upward, meeting the man reclining on the sofa.
His finely sculpted features still carried a faint blush, and his deep-set eyes steadily fixed on her.
A ripple of softness swept through Ji Wei's heart. A few seconds later, she spoke, "I'll sit for a while before leaving."
Though her tone didn't waver much, upon hearing her words, Mo Qian gazed at her deeply. The corners of his lips lifted in a subtle smile.
As soon as Ji Wei sat beside him, Mo Qian unexpectedly shifted and laid his head on her lap.
She was wearing a thin nightdress, and the man had audaciously rested his head on her lap...
Ji Wei: "..."
Seeing that she didn't resist or push him away, Mo Qian's smile deepened. Holding onto her hand, he closed his eyes with visible satisfaction.
Ji Wei sighed quietly to herself.
