Even from behind, his perfect figure could even be seen clearly.
"Jiahang..." He Xiyan let out a shout.
Chen Jiahang turned around, an embarrassing smile hanging on his lip corner, even with a trace of tenseness on his face.
He came over, and then pulled up He Xiyan's right hand, his finger gently brushing in her palm.
"Can I sleep here tonight?"
He wrote some words which made He Xiyan startled in an instant.
(He Xiyan)...
He Xiyan was stunned out of her mind for a long time. She was stiff. Frowning tightly, she didn't know how to reply for a moment.
Seeing no response from her, Chen Jiahang reached out his hand and patted her on the cheek.
He moved his lips, saying, "I want to sleep here, Yanyan..."
He Xiyan understood what he said. Her fingers tightened for a moment. In a short time, a layer of sweat had come out in her palm.
She bit her lip, the string in her heart quite tense.
