Chapter 8: Pretend To Be Poor And Be Allowed To Live Together (2/2)

The flat was an open style. He went to the only queen-size bed and lay down. “Xiaomi, I’m a little hungry.”

Lin Xiaomi answered with “oh”, turned around and went to the kitchen habitually. It never occurred to her until she was in the kitchen that how could he sleep on her bed!

“Hey, get up! This is my bed. How can you sleep on a girl’s bed?” Lin Xiaomi stepped over and tried to pull him up, but he was so heavy, just like a pig.

Leng Yihuang was in bad spirits. He had been holding back his fatigue, but at this point he was about to fall into asleep.

Now he heard the fool jabbering in his ear.

He stretched out his hand, yanked her to his face, and said, “What did you say? I’m sleepy.”

Lin Xiaomi did not stand steadily, directly falling down to the bed by his side. They were face-to -face, so close that the heat of Leng’s breath sprayed her in the face, and she could clearly count his eyelashes.

His face was pale and the black under his eyes was particularly obvious. The melancholy murmur from his vocal cord felt like acting in a spoiled way.

Lin Xiaomi found that her heartbeat suddenly became irregular, so she could not help giving herself a slap in the face.

With a thwack, tears began to flow from her eyes.

Lin Xiaomi, you mustn’t be nymphomaniac!

She jumped out of the bed without looking at him and turned around to go out.

Forget it. He was a patient and he didn't sleep all night. She advised herself not to bother herself arguing with the likes of him.

Just wait till he left here to change the sheets and quilt covers.

Lin Xiaomi did not see, after she left, the pawky smile creeping across the lips of Leng Yihuang, who was lying on the bed.