The next day, early morning.
When Qiao Ruoxin opened her eyes, she found that her body was finally free.
That damn man had disappeared long ago.
She turned over, feeling sore all over.
She must have been pressed under Mo Chen all night again, and lazily sat up.
She picked up her phone and took a glance, there was a dance rehearsal in the afternoon, and a total of ten rehearsals before the debut night, after all, it was a live broadcast, and there could be no mistakes.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Qiao Ruoxin answered the call, "Hello..."
Mo Chen's deep voice came from the other end of the phone, "Awake?"
"How dare you! Did you press against me all night yesterday? My whole body is sore now."
Laughter from a man came through the phone, cheerful and refreshing.
???
This damn man was actually laughing?
"Little Ghost, sleeping on you was really comfortable, it improved my sleep quality."
"..."
She hung up the phone directly, not bothering to waste words with this damn man.
