Leng Yichen walked over to the tatami, bent down, and without hesitation, lifted the woman onto the large bed.
The tatami was somewhat small, and Shu Qiqi often didn't dare to turn over in her sleep. She would always wake up feeling stiff all over.
But last night, she had slept surprisingly well, so well that she had forgotten she shouldn't turn over.
She stretched lazily, opened her eyes, and met a pair of dark, deep eyes.
"You... Why are you in my bed?" Shu Qiqi sat up in panic, her hands clutching the quilt in front of her.
Leng Yichen calmly got out of bed and replied, "That's what I should be asking you. Why are you in my bed?"
Shu Qiqi was startled and looked up, only to realize she was sleeping on the large bed in the bedroom.