Qiao Anlu ate and drank her fill before washing the dishes and heading upstairs. Ning Zesheng had already brushed his teeth and was ready for bed.
She mustered the courage to knock on his door and walked into his room, "Mr. Ning, can I take Little Qiaoqiao away?"
The man on the bed didn't answer, his eyes closed. Qiao Anlu tiptoed to the bedside, reaching into his arms for Little Qiaoqiao.
He looked so gentle while sleeping with his eyes closed. His eyelashes were long, and without glasses, he didn't seem as cold!
She was pondering when a force pulled her down, and Qiao Anlu fell forward.
Her face landed steadily on Ning Zesheng's face!
WTF?!
Qiao Anlu tried to get up but found those burning hands firmly grasping her waist, leaving her completely immobile.
Damn it, what a pervert!
Ning Zesheng threw her aside, and Qiao Anlu landed on the floor, looking up at him in confusion.
He had already sat up, looking down at her, "I knew it!"
Knew what?!
