Shu Qiqi certainly knew how to enjoy herself, instinctively burrowing into Leng Yichen's embrace.
The man's eyes darkened, and he swallowed slightly.
He didn't carry Shu Qiqi back to her room but instead turned and brought her into his own bedroom, placing her on the bed gently and quietly.
After a good night's sleep, Shu Qiqi stretched lazily, feeling comfortable.
Wait, whose arm is this?
Shu Qiqi raised her hand to touch it, feeling along the solid muscles all the way up, mouth, nose, eyes...
"Ah... who are you?" Shu Qiqi screamed as she sat up, only to realize upon opening her eyes that the man beside her was Leng Yichen.
She was immediately terrified, "I sleepwalked again?"
It was unbelievable; she had traversed two rooms and found Leng Yichen's bed with unerring accuracy. What did this mean?
Could it be that she really cherished the embrace of a man that much?
"It's good that you're willing to admit it."
The man sat up, his face expressionless.