After speaking, she was about to lift the covers and get out of bed, but in the next second, she was pulled back by a force.
"Ah!"
With a low cry, she fell back into the covers, turned her head, and was dumbfounded as she looked at Qin Feimo who had pulled her down.
He stared at her, his narrow eyes giving nothing away about what he was thinking at the mont.
His voice was hoarse and low, "Let’s just stay like this, after all... the bed is big enough for two people."
"..." She was stunned, looking at him like a deer in headlights.
The issue wasn’t about fitting in the bed, but rather about them sharing the sa bed, wasn’t it?
After a mont of shock, she struggled again, trying to push him away, "No need, I’ll go to the sofa—"
"I don’t really get you." He suddenly spoke, staring at her.
Feng Jinglei paused, stopped struggling, looked at him, "What?"
He glanced at her, his expression calm, but his deep, dark eyes seed like they were trying to see through her, yet couldn’t.
"Don’t you like ?"
She froze, not understanding why he suddenly said that.
Moreover, he stated it so confidently... wasn’t he being a bit arrogant?
"Then why do you keep avoiding ? Don’t want to ’share a bed’ with ?"
Of course, what he ant by ’sharing a bed’ was just sleeping on the sa bed, not doing anything to her.
But in Feng Jinglei’s ears, his words sounded extrely ambiguous; she stared at him in shock!
Quite a while passed before she found a thread of clarity, "Who, who wants to share a bed with you, I, I used to like you, but now... I don’t anymore!"
She lowered her gaze, denying it guiltily.
He couldn’t see her eyes clearly, half-believing her.
"Really, don’t like anymore?"
His tone sounded calm, but inside Qin Feimo’s heart, when he asked this question, there was unexpectedly a trace of unease.
She lifted her gaze and glanced at him again, "No, no more."
He was montarily stunned, then his expression suddenly changed, and he directly covered her with the blanket, "Sleep!"
Feng Jinglei: "..."
Though covered under the blanket, she ended up resting on the crook of his other arm, her face against his chest, clearly hearing the steady beat of his heart.
But this rhythm seed a bit fast? Was he angry?
With him holding her tightly, Feng Jinglei had no chance to get out of bed to sleep on the sofa in the living room, she could only obediently stay in his arms until dawn the next day.
To her surprise, she thought it would be a sleepless night, but she slept soundly until morning, feeling very secure...
The next day.
Early in the morning, Feng Jinglei lazily opened her eyes and saw that the once dim room was now bright, a ray of sunlight spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the floor and the comfortable large bed.
Thinking of how she ’shared a bed’ with Qin Feimo last night, she froze, then turned her head to find the man beside her was already gone.
Had he gotten up?
Staring at the empty space, Feng Jinglei was dazed for a few seconds, and then checked the ti, it was... already eight o’clock!?
She actually slept so late!
Hastily getting up to wash and dress, she walked to the living room but still did not see Qin Feimo.
However, on the nearby dining table, there were so breakfast and milk set out.
Gazing at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, she walked over, noticing a note pressed under a cup of milk.
Picking up the note, she saw a line of handso and neat handwriting: [Finish eating, return to Jingcheng, I’ll be back soon.]
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