This night, Luo Xiaoqian didn't sleep well.

As soon as the sky dawned, she had already woken up from the nightmare, and when she opened her eyes, she raised her hand to stroke her forehead, and felt the cold sweat on her palms.

Side face, side, Leng Zimo is not there.

In addition to the cold sweat on her body, Luo Xiaoqian wanted to sit up straight, but her right hand was pulled by something and couldn't take it back.

She turned her face to look at her right hand, and saw a new towel wrapped in a thick layer around her wrist, with a bandage on the outside of the towel, one end of which was tied to her wrist and the other end to the post at the head of the bed.

This BIAN Leng Zimo actually tied her up?

Wrong!

Luo Xiaoqian raised her free left hand and picked up the thin quilt on her body, the tattered dress on her body was still there, and the small clothes were also on her body, and there was no discomfort, it seemed that he didn't do anything to her last night.

Shrinking up, she used her left hand to untie the bandage on her right wrist, and she picked the quilt and got out of bed.

The warmth of her feet touched the cold floor, and her feet shrank slightly.

Thinking of this, she got up and went down to the ground again, came to the closet, opened the cabinet door with one hand, took off the skirt that was no longer in shape, she tore off a bathrobe and draped it over her body, and then she opened the door lightly and walked downstairs.

In the living room, the lights were on, and the door of the piano room was also open, and there was no Leng Zimo inside.

Probably didn't want to pay attention to her, so let's go!

Luo Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly walked to the door, wanting to put on her slippers.

Unexpectedly, she had just walked to the first step of the stairs when there was a soft knock on the door, and then someone pushed it open from the outside.

The door was open, and Leng Zimo's tall figure immediately rushed into her sight, Luo Xiaoqian was taken aback, her body instinctively reined in place, and Leng Zimo was also a little surprised when she saw her.

The two men stood in place, staring at each other for a full five seconds.

Leng Zimo's gaze swept over the bathrobe on her body, and landed on her bare feet standing directly on the floor on her tiptoes, and her eyebrows wrinkled again.

"Where's your shoes?"

After last night's incident, Luo Xiaoqian was a little overwhelmed at this moment, and she was scolded by him, and the rebellious factor in her body exploded instantly.

Did he think she would be willing to walk barefoot on the floor, and if he hadn't carried her upstairs yesterday, would she have needed to wear it barefoot now?

"In front of you!" She raised her chin at the shoe cabinet in front of him.

Leng Zimo lowered her face, her two pink and tender bunny slippers were lying quietly not far in front of him at the moment, on one side of the shoe cabinet, one by the wall and one in the corner of the cabinet, as if they had quarreled with their backs to their backs.

Entering, he placed the large bag he was carrying on the small table in the porch, closed the door with his hand, and then bent down, lifted her two little rabbits, and strode up to her.

What does this guy want to do?

Seeing him coming, Luo Xiaoqian instinctively stepped back, not far behind her was the stairs, her ankles touched the stairs, she shook her body, and instinctively raised her hands.

"Put your hands down!" Seeing her raise her hand and grab the stairs, Leng Zimo roared angrily, rushed forward, hooked her waist, and then angrily threw her shoes at her feet, "Put them on!" ”

He, just to give her shoes?!

Luo Xiaoqian lowered her face and looked at the pair of little rabbits placed not far from her feet, busy breaking out of his arms and putting on slippers.