Her heart trembled violently.
Mo Qiansu slowly turned her head, meeting a pair of deep and sharp eyes like an eagle's, staring at her unblinkingly.
Her breathing suddenly choked.
Had he been… pretending to sleep just now?
A sense of embarrassment at being caught washed over her, and a blush quietly crept onto her face.
Mo Qiansu moved her wrist, but the man's burning and strong palm had her gripped so tightly she couldn't pull away at all.
"About that... Xiaoyu has been calling and bothering you these days, I'm sorry... I'll take him back with me now, so you can rest well... ah—"
Before Mo Qiansu could finish her sentence, she gasped as Gu Xuanye pulled her towards himself.
The chest that Little Demon King had been sleeping on now held Mo Qiansu after Gu Xuanye casually rolled the little body to the other side of the bed, making her crash into his chest and become his exclusive cushion.
