The hand gripping the pillow tightened, but her feet remained rooted at the entrance.
Lu Moqing's gaze swept over the pillow in Qiao Xu's hand, and with a light chuckle, he walked towards her.
As he approached, Qiao Xu instinctively took a step back.
Lu Moqing stood in front of her, eyes filled with laughter, and looked at her with slightly lowered eyebrows, chuckling, "Did you plan to come over and sleep with your hubby?"
"No!"
Not knowing what made her feel guilty, Qiao Xu denied it very quickly, fearing that Lu Moqing would misunderstand.
Lu Moqing's lips curled up in a half-smile, reaching out to place his hand on the pillow in hers. Giving it a hard pull, Qiao Xu had no time to react, and her entire body, along with the pillow, was pulled into Lu Moqing's arms.
Lu Moqing held her with a soft pillow between them, still emanating her unique scent.
"If you want to sleep with your hubby, just come over directly. No need to bring a pillow; you can lean on my arm."
