After speaking, he pulled a thin blanket, picked up a pillow, and actually lay down on the sofa by the bed.
Lin Wanwan's breathing was still erratic, difficult to calm down.
Even though Xiao Chong had left, she still felt that the lingering masculine aura of the King of Beasts was around, making her heart uneasy.
Her body went limp as she wriggled into the covers, raised her hand to turn off the wall lamp, not daring to utter a word for fear of waking a fierce beast.
She stayed tense like this for a long time until she finally couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.
Xiao Chong stared at the ceiling in the dark, smiling bitterly in his heart.
To say he had no thoughts about Lin Wanwan, that would certainly be a lie.
However, she was so nervous, unable to relax no matter how much he joked around, what else could he do?
Patience and waiting are probably the wisest words of the moment.
