Inside the bedroom.
Qiao Ruoxin had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Of course, Mo Chen was still on top of her, sleeping, and he was sleeping very deeply too.
In the early morning, outside the window, birds chirped and flowers bloomed, while the bedroom was filled with drowsiness.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was pushed open.
Mo Tian walked in, not noticing the situation at first glance; he only saw his son's terrible sleeping posture.
"You little brat, what kind of position is this to sleep in, just as bad as when you were little."
He stepped on the carpet, walking toward the front of the bed.
Mo Tian arrived at the bedside and opened his mouth with feigned authority to shout, "Mo Chen!"
The next second, he finally saw that this brat had a woman pinned underneath him!
Mo Chen frowned and opened his eyes abruptly, meeting his father's gaze, creating an atmosphere so awkward it was suffocating.
