Ye Huan's face was as dark as Bao Qingtian, but he still lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.
Half an hour later, although Su Qingqing also closed her eyes, she had no intention of sleeping. Her heart was pounding like a little deer running around, "thump thump" nonstop.
For the first time in twenty-five years, she found herself sharing a bed with a man, which made her feel very unsettled.
At the same time, Su Qingqing's wariness hadn't diminished; in fact, it was growing stronger.
Men think with their lower halves, especially someone like Ye Huan, the jerk. If he suddenly made a move, she'd be in trouble!
Upon thinking this, Su Qingqing clutched the scissors under the quilt even tighter, slowly raising them before poking Ye Huan's arm.
Ye Huan turned his head but kept his eyes shut, breathing steadily as though asleep.
Even a poke with scissors didn't wake him, so he must be asleep...
Su Qingqing sighed in relief, though she didn't take her eyes off Ye Huan.
