Cha Qing Luo's body trembled. She felt like she was hallucinating.
Cha Qing Luo's eyes widened, her body stiffened, and she couldn't react for a long time.
She held her breath and looked at Nan jiateng. She thought she must be hallucinating. Why was she here? why was she lying on the same bed as Nan jiateng? why was she still in his arms?
But even if it was an illusion, why did it feel so real? Nan Jateng's arms were around her waist. Although he didn't use much strength, he was still holding her firmly.
She liked this feeling very much. She had a sense of security and a feeling of being needed.
Cha Qing Luo was holding her breath and suffocating. She was afraid that it was an illusion.
But if it wasn't an illusion, how good would that be?
She was a little excited and wanted to laugh. She could not help but laugh out loud, but she controlled herself.
