In the still of the night, within the familiar bedroom, on my own bed, to find a woman lying there, how could it not give Lin Feng quite the scare?
"What's this... Sister Qingqing? What's going on? Why is Sister Qingqing sleeping on my bed?"
Using the dim moonlight shining through the window, Lin Feng steadied his mind and finally saw clearly. The woman sleeping on his bed was none other than Luo Qingqing, the girl next door.
Flight attendant Luo Qingqing had a fantastic figure, petite and delicate, with long and graceful curves, fitting the description of a classic beauty from ancient poetry, where an ounce more would be too plump, and an ounce less too skinny. At this moment, lying on Lin Feng's bed and curling up slightly, she was in a fetal sleeping position, just like an adorable little kitten, evoking infinite tenderness in the onlooker.
