Sweetheart was anxious as if he had done something bad, standing by the bed at a loss. Could it be that he would stay with him for the night tonight?

He must be too tired, right? That's why he fell asleep... It's so heartbreaking!

But this...isn't that good? I've never stayed with a man! But, but... I just woke him up like this now, and it seems a little unbearable.

Sweetheart was very entangled and looked around. Finally, she dragged out her quilt from the closet and covered it with a silly accident.

She turned off the desk lamp, stood at the door holding the blanket, and looked at Situ Qinglang who was sleeping on the bed, and felt a little girl in her heart.

No one has lived with her at home since her death, but his feeling here is completely different from that of his grandmother.

She tiptoed over and stood beside his bed and looked for a while, her blood was boiling and her face was red.

I really want to secretly... kiss him because he is really handsome!

No, sweetheart! Stop your mouth!

The reserved voice in my heart woke her up before she made a big mistake!

Sweetheart stuck out her tongue, ran away quickly, huddled on the sofa and watched TV while sleeping.

Ten o'clock, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock...

Sweetheart fell asleep on the sofa.

Situ Qinglang turned over in the darkness and suddenly realized that he was still wearing clothes. He was shocked and quickly sat up and found that he was... asleep at Sweetheart.

He had no habit of staying in the room. Perhaps the sweetheart gave her the feeling that she felt too relaxed, which made him involuntarily forget the time and place.

Where is that little girl?

The bed of 1.5 meters, sweetheart is not next to her, and probably she doesn’t have the courage to lie beside her while she is sleeping.

Situ Qinglang stood up and heard the TV ringing outside. He walked out and saw that sweetheart was curled up on the sofa like a kitten and fell asleep.

Her neck was tilted to the armrest of the sofa, perhaps because she was not sleeping well, her breathing sounded a little heavy, and her brows were tightly frowned.

He stood beside her and looked for a while, and found that the little girl was sleeping quietly and the childishness between her eyebrows was not removed, which made him suddenly want to wrap her in her arms and protect her.

Is this kind of relationship also sympathy? Situ Qinglang was very confused.

He picked her up gently, sweetheart whined, and finally stretched out his brows and leaned against his chest.

Her mouth was pouting, as cute as a small strawberry, and her eyelashes, which were like butterfly wings, shaking his heartstrings, as if seducing him to kiss him.

He pressed his temple, tried to drive the impulse away, carried her back to the bedroom, and gently placed it on the bed.

She used to cover herself with a quilt?

Situ Qinglang laughed and carefully tucked the corners of her quilt, touched her little head, and left.

That night, sweetheart had a dream, dreaming that he was kissed by a handsome prince on his lips. The scene was so inappropriate!

Her heartbeats and she wakes up, but finds that it is early the next morning, she is in bed, and Situ Qinglang has long disappeared.

When did he leave? Was it last night?

Did he carry himself to the bed?

She got out of bed with smoke, her face turned red and her ears turned off. Her brain made breakfast casually, and made the skin egg and lean meat porridge sweet!

This cannot be blamed on her, because the handsome prince looked exactly the same as that smelly guy Situ Qinglang last night!

Why is this happening...

Could it be that there is something to think about the day and dream about the night?
Chapter completed!