She should have been allowed to have a good rest, that's what he originally thought, but she shouldn't have kissed him.
His willpower was already limited in front of her, let alone when she took the initiative to tease him.
Luo Xiaoqian understood what he meant. Although her heartbeat was thundering and her breathing was rapid, her arms hugging him did not let go, but tightened a little tighter.
With the two of them so close, she could certainly feel the changes in his body, not to mention that this time she was willing to do so.
Tonight, she doesn't want to leave him!
She didn't speak, but her arms had already answered.
Leng Zimo raised his hand and pinched the button on her pajamas.
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Dang Dang Dang!
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, a very polite and rhythmic knock, which sounded out of nowhere.
Luo Xiaoqian was startled, straightened up from his arms in a panic, and folded up her separated pajamas.
"who?!"
Leng Zimo's palm was still on her body, and his tone showed anger and impatience at being disturbed.
"It's me, Jiao Yang!"
Outside the door, Jiao Yang's voice came clearly.
"Is something wrong?"
Recognizing Jiao Yang's voice, Leng Zimo's tone became more and more unhappy.
At midnight, Jiao Yang knocked on his door. This man definitely did it on purpose.
"Something's wrong!"
Jiao Yang's voice outside the door was lazy, but there was a vague stubbornness, and he had no intention of leaving. It seemed that he would not leave until they opened the door.
Luo Xiaoqian blushed and pulled away Leng Zimo's palm, quickly buttoning her clothes.
He reached over and fastened her underwear again. Leng Zimo carefully helped her fasten the buttons near the collar tightly. He looked at her carefully again to make sure that there was nothing exposed, and then turned around.
Open the door.
Door.
Open.
As expected, Jiao Yang was standing outside the door, wearing a simple T-shirt and home shorts, holding a set of sportswear in his hands.
His eyes passed over the half-naked Leng Zimo, and he took a look at Luo Xiaoqian who was hugged by him, her cheeks were red, her eyes were evasive, and her hair was obviously messy. A strange color flashed in Jiao Yang's eyes, but he still smiled evilly.
.
"Hey, Xiaoqian is here too?"
"Well, I..."
Luo Xiaoqian spoke in a low voice, her voice dry.
"What's up?"
Leng Zimo spit out three words directly.
"Oh, that's right. I know you didn't bring any luggage, so I sent you a set of clothes. If Mr. Leng doesn't mind, you can wear them for a day." Jiao Yang presented the sportswear he was holding in his hand.
Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly waved her hand, "No need..."
With that guy Leng Zimo's temper, how could he wear his clothes?
"Thank you!" Leng Zimo had already raised his hand to take over the sportswear, "Goodbye!"
With that said, he was about to close the door.
Jiao Yang pressed his palm against the door leaf, "I have a few words to say to Xiao Qian!"
"It's too late, it's inconvenient." Leng Zimo said.
"You two can chat so late at night, why can't I?" Jiao Yang ignored the coldness in his eyes and just looked at Luo Xiaoqian with a smile, "Xiaoqian, right?"
Leng Zimo spoke again, "We..."
"We are just talking about work!" Luo Xiaoqian bent down to pick up the room key card that she had dropped before, and ran out from between the two men as if running away, "You two, if you have anything to do, we will talk tomorrow. Good night!"
Running all the way, she rushed straight to her door, swiped the card to open the door, and fled inside the door without looking back.
"I won't disturb Mr. Leng's rest!" Jiao Yang retracted his palm against the door and turned to leave.
"She is mine!" Leng Zimo said four words deeply from behind him.
