"No, let go."
Lu Ping refused.
Ning Youwei quickly grabbed his arm and hugged him tightly, pleading softly, "Lu Ping, just stay with us for one night. It's windy, raining, and thundering outside, and the curtains keep moving. It's too scary!"
With his arms squeezed between two luscious bodies, he looked at her pitiful expression and then at Liu Qingcheng, who also seemed pitiful at that moment.
Lu Ping sighed and said helplessly, "Alright, I give up on you two. Hurry up and lay out the bedding for me."
The two women, delighted by his words, quickly took out the bedding from the closet and eagerly helped him make the bed.
...
A peaceful night's sleep.
The next morning, all three of them were breathing evenly, still in dreamland.
Suddenly, a ringtone sounded.
Lu Ping listened, recognizing it as his own phone.
"Hello?"
Qiao Ziyan's voice came through, "Lu Ping, do you see what time it is? Why haven't you come to work yet?"
