Jian Qing quickly pulled her hand back, as if she had been burnt, her eyes dodged away, not daring to look at him. "Cough Cough, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."
Having said that, she pulled the blanket and crawled in, her whole head buried under the quilt, only her hand was exposed outside, tightly gripping the edge of the blanket.
Quan Jingwu raised an eyebrow, watching her hide in the quilt like a turtle, a teasing smirk appeared on his thin, burning lips.
Jian Qing, hiding in the quilt closed her eyes, but was dismayed to find that she couldn't fall asleep, the scenes from just a few minutes ago playing over and over in her mind.
She was dying. It was the most embarrassing thing so far this year, absolutely unparalleled.
There was light rustling and Jian Qing pricked her ears to listen. Suddenly, the quilt was lifted and two long legs slipped into the blanket.
Jian Qing held her breath, reaching out to pull the quilt a little but accidentally touched his long leg.
