Lifted upstairs, Wen Nannan was about to fall asleep when she vaguely felt someone moving around her. Then a hand pried open her mouth, "What happened to your tongue?"
"Bit it." Wen Nannan replied in a daze, "It hurts to talk."
"Besides your tongue, are there any other injuries?" The voice opposite her was cold and pleasant.
"My head got scratched." Wen Nannan hugged the hand that reached out and took a few deep sniffs, "Handsome guy, don't disturb my sleep. I'll pamper you properly when I wake up."
Getting bolder and bolder. Lu Huai sneered and pinched her fleshy cheeks several times.
Wen Nannan slept in a daze, feeling as if someone had stuffed a candy into her mouth. It wasn't candy, it tasted quite bad, but it didn't hurt so much when it was pressed against the tip of her tongue.