Chi Yue's face darkened as she glared at him.
Qiao Dongyang's mouth curved up, "My bed is big and soft, perfect for girls."
Chi Yue fixed her gaze on him, motionless, her red plump lips pressed tightly together, moist and beautiful like tempting jelly, making one want to commit a crime. However, her eyes were too sharp—her murderous intent too heavy.
Finally, under her intense stare, Qiao Dongyang banished the wicked thoughts, stood up straight, and raised his hands, "Don't get me wrong! I meant that you sleep in my bed, and I'll head to the guest room. Look at you, what are you thinking?"
"Well, thank you very much!"
Chi Yue broke into a sudden smile and turned to look around, "Which one?"
Qiao Dongyang stared at her in astonishment, "You're really going to sleep?"
Chi Yue lifted her eyelids to look at him, her smile ambiguous, "Wasn't it you who told me to sleep? Mr. Qiao, are you thinking of backing out?"
He took the bait!
This woman is one that shouldn't be spoiled.
