Qin Miaomiao looked at him in disbelief. What did he just say?
She was starting to stammer. After Lu Qing finished speaking, he closed his eyes and stayed silent for a long time. Qin Miaomiao’s heart felt like it was riding a roller coaster, about to go completely out of control!
Hey, who confesses and then falls asleep right after?
At least give her some time to process, okay!
Besides, was what he said just drunken nonsense, or did he mean it?
This was the first time she’d ever heard him say he loved her, okay! She hadn’t even had time to be moved, and he was already asleep?
Qin Miaomiao’s heart was roaring. Her emotions were left hanging in the air, and she was itching to shake him awake and make him say it again.
In the end, she draped a thin blanket over him and harrumphed. Fine, sleep well on the couch, *very* well!
But in the middle of the night, Lu Qing woke up freezing. The alcohol had worn off, and he immediately slipped into her bed, burrowed under her covers, and wrapped his arms around her.
It was cold. Sleeping was warmer.
The chill jolted her awake instantly. Facing his ridiculously handsome face, she had the sudden urge to slap him.
"Where are your hands going?"
Lu Qing answered matter-of-factly, "My hands are cold. Putting them here warms them up."
Furious, Qin Miaomiao pinched him, but pinching wasn’t satisfying enough, so she bit down on his chest, making him stifle a groan of pain.
He let her bite him, even leaning in close to whisper in her ear:
"How about trying to bite somewhere else? Like..."
Qin Miaomiao was so enraged she nearly wanted to take a chunk out of him. He was unbelievable! He was...
She flipped over and pinned him beneath her. With a dark expression, she ground her teeth and asked:
"Talk. Do you remember what you said before you fell asleep?"
Lu Qing laughed. "I don’t remember, but you just said it, and I heard it."
Furious again, Qin Miaomiao wanted to bite him. "You forgot? I’ve been tossing and turning, my heart aching and restless, unable to sleep because of that one sentence, and you forgot?"
"Was that sentence so important?"
"Of course it’s important! You’ve never said it to me before!"
Even though deep down she knew that hearing "I love you" didn’t necessarily mean anything, women still wanted to hear it.
Especially when it came from the person they loved. That’s the best kind of aphrodisiac.
Lu Qing lay back down, staring at Qin Miaomiao, who was straddling him, her delicate, slightly annoyed face glowing. Finally, he said those three words:
Qin Miaomiao glared at him fiercely. Liar!
She rolled off him, turned her back, and yanked the blanket over herself.
She didn’t answer, curling up under the covers even more tightly and letting out a cold harrumph.
Lu Qing chuckled helplessly. Women really were fascinating—getting mad over just a sentence.
"Miao Miao, love isn’t about words; it’s about actions. Can’t you tell how I treat you?"
Qin Miaomiao turned around, the corner of her mouth lifting slightly:
"Not about words? Fine then. I think that Li Li is really something—young, handsome, successful in his career. Rong Lan isn’t bad either, gorgeous in a devilish way. And Ou Bei Yao? He genuinely cares for his brother. That kind of man is very responsible. Plus..."
Lu Qing’s expression darkened immediately. "You like those guys?"
His gaze became sharp, like he was about to see straight through her. But before he could say anything, she suddenly blurted out:
"But the person I love is you."
Lu Qing instantly froze...