Just when Jiang Feng thought Murong Qian was full of resentment and should give up, Murong Qian suddenly grumbled, "Fine! Let's see how long you can pretend!"
Then, she kicked off her slippers and got onto Jiang Feng's big bed.
As the mattress sank, Jiang Feng clearly felt a waft of intoxicating fragrance mixed with the scent of shower gel approach him, making his body even more tense—he didn't expect that even though he was pretending to sleep, Murong Qian was still unwilling to "let him go"!
A moment later, Jiang Feng felt Murong Qian's smooth and tender body lying next to him, and her delicate white fingers touched his nose, "What a sound sleep, pig!"
Jiang Feng maintained his old strategy, not moving a muscle or making a sound.
After talking to herself for a few sentences, Murong Qian found it boring. What's the point in talking to a guy sleeping like a dead pig!
"Sleeping so soundly, even if I forced myself on you, you wouldn't know!"
