"Ow!"
"You're a grown man, why are you screaming over such a small pain!"
"Do you believe I can make you scream even louder?"
Xie Qinghuan frowned: "If you wake Xiao Mo up, I won't let you off easily."
Qiao Mo resignedly covered her head with a pillow—can you two let a person sleep?
Qiao Mo closed her eyes, her mind filled with thoughts about what position the two were adopting on her living room couch. Why does it sound like Yan Jiu is more like a girl?
Drifting off, Qiao Mo gradually fell asleep.
Just wondering if Yan Jiu knew what she was thinking, would he jump in anger?
...
The next morning, Qiao Mo was woken by the pain on her body. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long time, only to realize where she was.
She sighed lightly and slowly propped herself up.
Still, she really wasn't used to it.
