"Dummy, come to bed with me. The old man paid a lot of money for my good luck charm. How am I supposed to get lucky if you don't lie next to me?"
Upon hearing the phrase 'good luck charm', Su Ningyan frowned and resignedly lay down next to him.
His bed was huge, and the space Su Ningyan occupied was small. So small that when Zhuo Junyue reached out, he couldn't touch her.
His voice cold and annoyed: "Did you not hear me? Lie down next to me! Su Jingyu, don't make me repeat myself, remember it the first time!"
Su Ningyan was still a bit scared, so she quickly moved over, leaning by his side.
Zhuo Junyue felt her tiny body pressed against his. The anger he was about to burst was suddenly deflated like a pierced balloon.
He reached out and touched her head, took a deep breath, a faint scent. He casually held her into his arms.
Su Ningyan in his embrace felt a little heated and couldn't help but shift a bit.
