Qin Miaomiao felt a strange sensation deep in her heart, as if it were a sense of security.
Even when she was with Chu Yunhao, she never experienced this kind of security.
How could she find it in someone she hadn’t known for long?
An illusion—it must be an illusion!
She struggled a bit, only to be held even tighter. Awkwardly, she was brought back into the room. The first thing she did was rush into the bathroom to calm her wildly thumping heart.
After taking a shower and coming out, she didn’t see anyone. Hm, it looked like she could sleep alone tonight!
Just as she was about to lock the door, she bumped into Lu Qing at the doorway!
"You... why are you here?"
He brushed past her, flopped onto the bed, leaving Qin Miaomiao at a loss. Wait... was this about sharing the bed?
It wasn’t like it had never happened, but the way things were headed, it would be so easy to end up in an adult scenario!
She closed the door and lay half down on the other side. She was wearing a silk nightdress.
Lu Qing held a book in his hand, seemingly indifferent to her presence, which allowed Qin Miaomiao to breathe a sigh of relief.
Tonight... hopefully, things would stay peaceful—just sleep, just sleep!
Ten minutes later, just as she was about to drift off, a sudden force pulled her over, jolting her awake!
As she opened her eyes, she found herself staring directly into Lu Qing’s deep and dark gaze.
He told her to sleep, but Qin Miaomiao couldn’t help overthinking. So... did he mean the sleep she understood? Not ’that’ kind of sleep, right?
Not this... *cough cough*...
Clearly, she was overthinking things. Lu Qing simply hugged her from behind, her soft and fragrant body exuding a gentle scent.
Qin Miaomiao growled under her breath, almost wishing she could kick him off the bed. How was she supposed to sleep?
"Hey, hey, hey, you’re pushing it here!"
"One more word, and I’ll take you."
With one indecent remark, Lu Qing successfully silenced her.
Thus, the two of them spent the night in this bizarre position, quiet and peaceful... or not!
Qin Miaomiao took an hour just to barely get used to it, and another hour to begrudgingly accept the fact that there was a living, breathing man lying next to her.
Only then did she slowly drift into sleep, and when she woke up, it was already noon. Worse yet, when she opened her eyes, she was greeted with *that infuriatingly handsome face*, so close to hers!
She blinked. An illusion—it had to be an illusion. Why was this person still here?
She blinked several more times, but that perfect face refused to disappear. Flustered, she quickly turned her face away and buried her head into the pillow. This... she simply couldn’t live !
Lu Qing, the workaholic extraordinaire, was wasting his time lazing around in bed for the first time in years. Surprisingly, it didn’t feel bad at all.
Qin Miaomiao tried to get up, but felt a hand wrap firmly around her waist, pulling her directly into his arms and holding her tightly.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
Qin Miaomiao panicked a little. This man seemed off—what was this shift from cold indifference to an intimate form of possessiveness?
With her completely trapped in his embrace, Lu Qing lazily squinted his eyes with satisfaction. The more he looked at her face, the more pleasing it became to his eye.
"Lu Qing, it’s already noon! I need to get up and head to the office."