Qiao Qiao suddenly woke up and moaned. The warm lips pressed against her ear. She didn't need to turn around to know that it was Shao Jingmo's lips. The fragrance of the cedar was dispersed by the warmth of his body, and another rich scent almost drowned her. "Shao, Jing, Mo." She gritted her teeth, her voice trembling.
Shao Jingmo chuckled. "I'm on your body."
After an unknown period of time, the automatic door slowly opened.
As a gust of cold air blew in, Qiao Qiao couldn't help but shiver. Shao Jingmo covered her with his jacket and wrapped it around her slightly to prevent the wind from entering her collar to prevent her from being cold.
His arm shot out. Qiao Qiao was extremely tired. She raised her eyelids and looked at him. "What?"
Shao Jingmo said simply, "Carrying you."
"Where are we going?" Her voice was soft.
Shao Jingmo said, "Home."
