This sentence is by no means a reproach!

He should have let her rest, he thought so, but she shouldn't have kissed him.

His willpower is already limited in front of her, not to mention, she takes the initiative to tease.

Luo Xiaoqian understood what he meant, although her heart was beating like thunder and her breathing was short, she didn't let go of the arm that hugged him, but tightened it a little tighter.

The two of them were so close, of course she could feel the changes in his body, not to mention, this time she was willing.

Tonight, she didn't want to leave him!

She didn't speak, but her arm answered.

Leng Zimo raised his hand and pinched the buttons on her pajamas, kissing her neck, his fingers unbuttoning her clothes as dexterously as playing a piano.

……

……

Dangdang!

There was a knock on the door, and it sounded very uninterestingly.

Luo Xiaoqian was startled and panicked and wrapped up her parted pajamas.

"Who?!"

Leng Zimo's palm was still on top of her softness, and her tone was full of anger and impatience when she was disturbed.

"It's me, Jiao Yang!"

Outside the door, Jiao Yang's voice came in clearly.

"Something?"

Leng Zimo's tone became more and more displeased.

In the middle of the night, Jiao Yang came to knock on his door, this man definitely did it on purpose.

"Something!"

Jiao Yang's voice outside the door was lazy, but there was a vague stubbornness, and he was not ready to leave, as if they didn't open the door, he wouldn't leave.

Luo Xiaoqian blushed and pulled away Leng Zimo's palm, and quickly buttoned her clothes.

Reached over and rebuttoned her underwear, Leng Zimo carefully helped her tie the buttons near the neckline tightly, and looked at her carefully to make sure that there was nothing exposed, and then turned around to open the door.

Door.

Open it.

Outside the door, sure enough, Jiao Yang was standing, wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts at home, and holding a set of sportswear in his hand.

His eyes swept over the half-naked Leng Zimo, and when he glanced at Luo Xiaoqian, who was hugged by him in his arms, her cheeks were red, her eyes were dodgy, and her hair was obviously messy, Jiao Yang's eyes flashed with a different color, but her face was still smiling evilly.

"Hey, Xiaoqian is also there?"

"Well, I ......"

Luo Xiaoqian spoke in a low voice, her voice dry.

"What's the matter?"

Leng Zimo spit out three words directly.

"Oh, that's right, I know you didn't bring any luggage, so send a set of clothes over, if Mr. Leng doesn't mind, you can make up and wear it for a day." Jiao Yang handed over the sportswear he was holding.

Luo Xiaoqian was busy waving her hand, "No need......"

Leng Zimo's temper, how could he wear his clothes.

“xiexie！” Leng Zimo had already raised his hand to take over the sportswear, "Zaijian!" ”

As he spoke, he was about to close the door.

Jiao Yang's palm pressed against the door, "I have a few words I want to say to Xiao Qian!" ”

"It's too late, it's inconvenient." Leng Zimo said.

"You two can chat so late, weishenme can't I?" Jiao Yang ignored the coldness in his eyes, and just looked at Luo Xiaoqian with a smile, "Xiaoqian, right?" ”

Leng Zimo spoke again, "We ......"

"We're just talking about work!" Luo Xiaoqian bent down and picked up the room card that had fallen before from the ground, and ran out between the two men as if she was running away, "Two, I'll talk about it tomorrow, good night!" ”

Trotting all the way, she rushed straight to her door, swiped her card to open the door, and fled into the door without looking back.

"Don't disturb Mr. Leng to rest!" Jiao Yang withdrew his palm against the door and turned to leave.

"She's mine!" Leng Zimo was behind him, and he spat out four words in a deep voice.