On the brand-new table, the woman lay on the table tiredly. Her slightly curly hair lay on both sides of the table, her long and thin eyes, her curly eyelashes tightly closed, and her breathing undulated.
The man's expression was somewhat relaxed, as if he had done something wrong. He nervously swallowed his saliva.
How could his face be so hot?
What was wrong with his heart? How could he jump so fast?
Could it be the rhythm of love?
Was he fascinated by this woman?
"Gong... Gong Yuqi..." The Luo Xiaotian holding the lunch box behind him looked at the man's tall and broad back. He was so shocked that he almost dropped the lunch box in his hand.
Without a doubt, this loud noise startled the Qiao Anran who was sleeping on the table.
Qiao Anran rubbed his eyes and said in a low voice,
