Luo Xiaoqian curled her lips in the darkness and closed her eyes without humming.
She fell asleep, fell asleep!
Pretending to sleep?
Leng Zimo didn't reveal it, so his palms slid up from her waist and landed on her body.
Luo Xiaoqian's mind buzzed, and her body tensed instantly.
"I want to sleep, please take your hands away!"
"I like!"
His tone was very soft, but still domineering.
It was as if her body was not hers, but his property!
She struggled to move her body away, but she couldn't break away from his hand. She didn't know that her actions would only make him unable to help himself.
"If you mess around again, you will be responsible for the consequences!"
There was a bit of strange emotion in his voice. Luo Xiaoqian didn't dare to move. She just froze in place, like a puppet, not daring to move at all.
Seeing that she no longer resisted, Leng Zimo spread out his small hands and covered her slightly aching stomach.
She was in his arms, his back was warm, and his hands were also warm.
My belly, which was originally sore and uncomfortable, seemed to be warmed by the temperature and felt much more comfortable.
Luo Xiaoqian, who had been tired for a day and was now in a special state again, did not last long and fell asleep in his arms. Leng Zimo, who was hugging her, also fell asleep unknowingly.
That night, both of them slept soundly.
Luo Xiaoqian, who has always been mentally weak and prone to nightmares, is one of the rare people who never dreamed until dawn.
Leng Zimo, who was awakened by the alarm clock, pressed the alarm clock and looked at someone who had been facing him at some point, shrunk into his arms, and holding one of his arms, sleeping peacefully like a big baby, his lips
The horns naturally rise upward.
It's just half past six. It's okay. I'll lie with her for a while.
The King CEO who never stays in bed this time rarely stays in bed.
In the morning light, he looked at her quietly.
Her small face was probably not as big as his hand, and her chin was painfully pointed.
The long eyelashes are as curled as a doll...
Noticing her slightly frowning eyebrows, Leng Zimo's eyebrows also wrinkled in displeasure.
Raising his hand, he stretched out two fingers and pressed them between her eyebrows, gently pushing her frown away.
Luo Xiaoqian pushed his hand away and hugged his arm tighter.
"Mom, don't move... let me sleep for a while, just five minutes... five minutes..."
Looking at her cute little appearance, Leng Zimo just smiled and shook his head.
Unexpectedly, the little man who had just crawled into his arms suddenly sat up in a loud voice.
Before opening his eyes, he picked up the quilt and slid down the bed.
"Where are you going?" Leng Zimo was surprised.
"I have to cook for my mother, otherwise I'll be late..." Luo Xiaoqian answered instinctively. Halfway through, she suddenly woke up, turned her face, and stared at Leng Zimo with a pair of confused eyes.
After a while, she realized where she was now.
Thinking that her mother would never have to get up to make breakfast, her eyes suddenly became sore.
It was only mid-spring, and the morning in Beijing was still cold. She had no shoes on, and even though she was standing on the floor, she could still shiver uncontrollably.
