The tip of their noses almost touched each other. If they lowered their heads again, they would be able to kiss each other. Their ambiguous breaths were intertwined.
Murong Qiao stared at Huo Yichen without blinking. After a long while, she suddenly said,
"You look good."
Huo Yichen waited for a long time but only heard this. He couldn't help but want to laugh, but when he thought about how Murong Qiao could only sleep after cleaning up, he became serious.
Just as he was thinking about how to make Murong Qiao obediently fall asleep, the other party started to be dishonest again.
At some point, the hand that was holding the corner of his shirt had climbed up and moved towards his collar. Murong Qiao gradually straightened her body and wanted to look into Huo Yichen's eyes, but she couldn't use much strength, so she could only lean against him.
