Knowing that it was him, Mo Xiaomeng turned her head back, continued to admire the sunset outside, and she even reached out to the nightstand to get her phone to take a picture.
But she couldn't find it on the nightstand. Her little hand felt around the pillow and still couldn't find it.
"Eh, where's my phone?"
Ye Sijue walked over, sat on the bed and stared at her. "Do you remember where you were sleeping earlier?"
Hearing that, Mo Xiaomeng suddenly remembered."Aiyah! The phone is in the study! Eh? Who carried me back to this room?"
Her slender finger pointed at his handsome face, "You?"
Ye Sijue wrapped her finger with his big hand and said, "Who else could it be?"
Did she want someone else to carry her?
Besides, in this household, no one could do such a thing for her without his permission.
In a smooth motion, Ye Sijue pulled her toward him, and his tall body pinned her onto the bed.
"Hey, why are you… ngh!"
