"Master Zhang, what are you thinking about?"
Song Wanqing propped her head up with one hand, lying on her side on the bed watching him, her creamy long legs stretched out from the blanket.
And her whole expression was teasing yet smiling.
"Wanqing, you… what do you think I should be thinking about?"
Lying on his bed.
Wearing a little nightgown, teasing him so magnificently, and now you ask him what he's thinking?
You tell me what he could possibly be thinking at this moment!!
"Wouldn't you love that, no paid storyline here, it's too cold, I saw this quilt so cold and decided to warm the bed for you, Master Zhang."
Song Wanqing quickly flipped the blanket away like a rabbit.
Then she rolled off the bed and ran to her own bed by the window.
"Warm the bed???"
Zhang Lingchuan was full of question marks.
He's getting more and more confused about what this quirky girl is thinking.
You'd think she's innocent if she didn't know what her actions meant.
