She wanted to reach out her small hand to rub her small head.
But at this time, a large palm wrapped around her small head and gently rubbed it twice. The man's low and mellow voice sounded faintly, "You only know now that I'm that hard?"
Ou Xuyan immediately realized the hidden meaning in his words. Her small face flushed red, and she struggled to get up. "Lu Fan, you hooligan, what are you talking about?"
Lu Fan pulled her into his arms. "What are you thinking about? What was I talking about?"
"You!"
"Alright, stop fooling around. I still have to get up early tomorrow. Let's go to bed early."
Ou Xuyan reluctantly twisted her body. "Then let go of me!"
He had already said that he was going to sleep, but why was he still hugging her?
"How about we do it like this?"
"But I don't feel well. Why are you still hugging me? I want to sleep alone."
