Luo Qiao seemed to feel Nangong Huang's movements while she was sleeping. She said "hmm" and turned over, lying on her back with her hand on his chest.

She seemed to have said something, but she was heavy with sleep and her speech was unclear.

When she turned over like this, the placket of her nightgown opened wider, almost exposing her entire chest.

Nangong Huang's eyes became dark.

He asked softly: "What did you say? Are you willing or unwilling?"

Lojo didn't answer.

Nangong Huang gently pecked the corner of her lips and said, "Don't tempt me. Just say something and let me leave you."

Lojo still didn't respond.

Nangong Huang sighed softly: "Forget it, I'll be responsible for you after all."

He put aside his worries and nibbled Luo Qiao's lips gently.

Luo Qiao's hand on his chest suddenly became stronger. She closed her eyes tightly and said, "Ling Yunfeng, let me go, you deceiver."

This time, her words were clearer, and Nangong Huang heard every word very clearly.

As if a basin of ice water was suddenly poured on his back, he stood up abruptly and stared straight ahead. After being stunned for a while, he bent down, pulled the quilt, and covered Luo Qiao's whole body.

Before covering the quilt, his hands paused slightly when he saw the scenery under the quilt.

However, after just a moment, he recovered and finally finished tucking Luo Qiao into bed.

Nangong Huang quickly rushed down the stairs, rushed into the bathroom, turned on the water faucet, and let the cold water wash over his body.

When Luo Qiao woke up, she felt warm around her, as if a large ball of warmth was surrounding her.

She subconsciously wanted to raise her hand and touch what it was.

But her arm couldn't be raised, as if it was fixed by something.

Luo Qiao raised his leg, but it was also fixed and there was something pressing on it.

All the sensory organs in her body resumed work, and she felt that her whole body was fixed by something, unable to move.

Lojo opened his eyes.

She saw Nangong Huang's face.

Nangong Huang was lying next to her, his strong arms hugging her tightly, and one of his legs resting on hers.

Could it be that she sleepwalked again last night and ran to Nangong Huang's bed again?

Luo Qiao did not dare to alarm Nangong Huang. She carefully turned her head away and looked at the cushion lying under her body.

The cushion is pink and purple and placed in the center of the room.

It wasn't her who was sleepwalking last night, it was Nangong Huang. It was him who ran to her bed.

Luo Qiao was confident: "Nangong Huang, get up and see what you have done."

Nangong Huang struggled to open his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't had a good rest.

"What's wrong? Huh? You came to my bed again?"

"Look clearly, who ran into whose bed? Also, who was molesting whom?"

Luo Qiao's voice became louder and louder, showing a completely unreasonable attitude.

Nangong Huang raised his body and took a look, then fell down again and closed his eyes. His hands and legs remained as they were, and he did not let go of Luo Qiao.

"This is to repay a debt. You molested me the night before, and I came to your bed last night to pay off your debt. In fact, I'm quite at a loss. You kissed me, but I didn't even return it."

Nangong Huang lied shamelessly.

Speaking of which, he kissed Luo Qiao last night just because he was seduced by her. No wonder he did.

"It's all clear, let me go." Luo Qiao wanted to push Nangong Huang away.
Chapter completed!