Xiao Qing was right. She was the one who couldn't do it. Otherwise, why did it take her so long to realize it?
Su Zhuoqian held her slender waist and was a little surprised that she was so proactive. A strong desire surfaced in his eyes. At this moment, he no longer probed. He only wanted to be devoured by her.
…
When Qiao Weiyang woke up the next day, she was in Su Zhuoqian's room.
Recalling last night's initiative, she couldn't help but bury her head into the pillow. His scent was still everywhere, surrounding her entire body.
A strong arm reached over and rested on the top of her head.
The man's voice was filled with satisfaction and pity. "If you want to sleep a little longer, I'll get someone to change your plane ticket again."
Hearing this, Qiao Weiyang remembered that she had a trip to Berlin today.
That was the finals of the International Fashion Design Competition. It was very important.
