Shen Qianshu grabbed her phone. It was 12 am.
Confused, she looked at Ye Ling.
Ye Ling looked cold. "Time to sleep."
Shen Qianshu was speechless.
The Ye Ling who looked so cold was so serious about wanting her to go to sleep. He looked really fierce from the side. The corners of Shen Qianshu's lips twitched. She followed him upstairs and washed up for some time. When she returned, Ye Ling was already lying in bed.
Shen Qianshu was speechless.
Why did she feel like a king's favorite concubine who was cleaned and waiting to be enjoyed by him?
The atmosphere was rather awkward!
"What are you standing there for?"
"Nothing!" Shen Qianshu crawled into the blankets and moved into his arms. She put her head on his arm. There was a kind of light sandalwood scent on Ye Ling, and it was really nice. Shen Qianshu took a deep breath; she loved it.
But…
Ye Ling's arm was around her waist. He was hugging her as if she was a cat.
