The man standing in the center of the dormitory, his eyes staring ahead without focus, his sword eyebrows stretched, and his eyebrows were full of wisps of lightness.

After a moment's pause, he turned and walked out of the dormitory.

The long body passed through several courtyards and came to the door of the West Wing.

The moonlight gently hit his back, and the reflection elongated, making him look like there was some kind of unspeakable mystery.

Raising his hand, he was about to push the door open.

There was no lamp in the room, only a few rays of cool moonlight squeezing in through the cracks in the windows, blending with the darkness of the night, and the light was dim.

The white sand curtain tent was particularly obvious in the dark night, and as soon as Ling Juncheng entered the house, he saw the bed in front of him.

The closer I got, the more I can hear the woman on the bed breathing delicately and evenly, not in a hurry or impatient, and sleeping peacefully and sweetly.

"Don't pretend, I know you're not asleep, you'll get tired after a long show, take a break."

The man stood in front of the bed, looking condescendingly at the woman who had wrapped his whole body tightly in the quilt.

The woman only showed one face, her eyes were closed, her red lips were pursed into a line, and a few thin green threads covered her cheeks, looking delicate and lazy.

Except for the delicate sound of breathing, the man did not get a response.

The slender eyes gradually narrowed into a slit.

Load, continue loading.

I'll see how long you can fit.

He simply pulled a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed.

With his arms folded around his chest, his gaze was fixed on the man on the bed.

I don't believe you can sleep here......

An hour later, the man's eyes felt a little sore.

He reached out and rubbed his brow, then continued to stare at the bed.

The person on the bed still maintained his previous position, and the sound of breathing was still in an even rhythm.

Two hours later, the man couldn't sit still.

He leaned sideways and changed positions.

And the person on the bed still didn't move.

The fire rushed from his chest to his head, and the man rose from his chair.

walked to the bed, leaned over, and lifted the quilt on Su Xi's body.

She slept under the quilt.

You could see that she was guarding against something.

When the anger was about to flare up, I saw the delicate body turn over, and muttered: "Wow, there are so many delicious ....."

Then, there was no movement.

Ling Juncheng's eyes sank suddenly.

The eyebrows and heart bones hurt so much.

Frustration arises.

In a fit of rage, he rudely scooped the man out of bed, and then led the man out of the West Wing.

Holding back the disgust surging in his heart, he walked and glanced down at the delicate and boneless person in his arms.

There were a lot of lights in the courtyard, and now, he could see her face more clearly.

As soon as I looked down, I saw the red lips that had been pursed into a line open slightly, and then a drop of crystal liquid slashed from the corner of the lips.

This time, the crystal liquid didn't settle on her jaw, but slid straight onto his sleeve.

The man couldn't bear to look at him directly.

Now he could be sure that the woman was not only really asleep, but also sleeping like a dead pig.

The pace of his feet has quickened.

Back in the dormitory, he threw her on the bed.

Su Xi slept soundly, she couldn't wake up at all, even if she was thrown out of a parabola by Ling Juncheng, she still didn't even open her eyes.

The man's frustration was stirred up again.

He could have just thrown her on the ground and slept in his own bed.

However, he doesn't do such a thing as bullying women.

After throwing the man on the bed, he went to the soft collapse of the outer room and slept with his clothes closed.

The soft collapse was short and narrow for him.

He was only lying on his side, bent on his knees, in an awkward position.