The hand holding the other end of the quilt suddenly released. Mo Xiaoran rolled back without any defense and pulled the quilt off the bed without any hesitation.
"Bang!"
Mo Xiaoran's petite body fell heavily on the wooden floor, making a dull sound.
"Hiss..." Mo Xiaoran rubbed her poor back. The pain made her unable to help but take a breath. Shuiling's eyes stared at Huang Xiaojue sitting on the other side of the bed with resentment.
"Why don't you continue to pretend to be asleep?" Huang Xiaojue asked with a smirk and knew it was right. He turned on the light at the head of the bed. The yellow light illuminated the room with a little warmth.
"I... how can I pretend to be asleep!!" Mo Xiaoran's little face turned red with embarrassment, and she protested incoherently, "Is it you who quarreled me to sleep well... It's all you...what do you want to do when you come in?"
She almost said the words "You want to be offensive"!
“This is my room.”
Huang Xiaojue said quietly, then took off his coat casually and lay in the center of the bed.
"What?"
Mo Xiaoran swallowed, and then took a good look at the decorations in the house price... The black and white layout is simple, low-key and noble, and the whole room is filled with the unique charm of men;
Men's clothes are hung on chairs and hangers...
At this moment, Mo Xiaoran regretted that her intestines were about to be green. Why didn’t she see clearly that the room was going to sleep?
There are so many rooms in this villa, why did she sleep in Huang Xiaojue's room?
Without caring about the pain on his back, Mo Xiaoran got up with difficulty and threw the bed sheet to Huang Xiaojue like garbage, "Give it back to you! If I had known that this was your room, I wouldn't have come in even if I beat you to death!!
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After saying hatefully, Mo Xiaoran stomped her feet and walked out. After taking a few steps, she felt her wrist tightening, and the next second she fell into a domineering embrace.