Qiao Qing licked her lips, "I'm going to sleep here."
Jun Yexuan's heart skipped a beat, "Who am I?"
Qiao Qing cupped his face and giggled, "Three-year-old Jun."
Jun Yexuan, "…"
He rubbed his brows and lost his composure.
He was naïve to think the hangover soup would be effective right away.
He gently pulled her hands off of him and left the bed. After he wrapped Qiao Qing tightly with the blanket, he went to the washroom.
After he cleared his head so he was free of bad thoughts, he returned to find that the person who caused all his pain was sound asleep.
Jun Yexuan chuckled, lifted the blanket, and pulled Qiao Qing into his arms, "Though I won't do anything monstrous, I am not going to shy away from the benefits. You are staying here tonight – you wished for it."
After he kissed her lips, he turned off the bedroom light.
