"So… do you want a cup of coffee…" Luo Xiaoqian wished she could just bite her own tongue off. Why coffee? It just makes you more alert. She definitely won't be sleeping, "No no, I meant a glass of milk… Or maybe, juice?..."
Leng Zimo looked down, gazing at the girl in his arms who was speaking incoherently, nervous to the point of stiffness, like a wooden sculpture.
"Are you very nervous?"
"A little!" she said softly, with her face downturned.
Nonsense, who wouldn't be nervous, try wearing only a nightgown in the arms of the opposite sex.
Forget it, a person without a sense of shame like him wouldn't understand.
Luo Xiaoqian, oh Luo Xiaoqian, why did you even play the piano? Just go back early, get dressed, wrap yourself up tightly, and sleep. Isn't that better?
Cursing herself internally, Luo Xiaoqian quickly thought about a strategy.
"I have a flight to Paris tomorrow, then I'll transfer to London. I won't be back for seven days!"
