The room was dimly lit, hazy and ambiguous.

"Song Tianmo? Why are you in my bed again? Ling Fei exhaled softly, and let out a puzzled voice, with the hoarseness of just waking up in her voice.

Song Tianmo let go and shook her hand.

Leaning lazily on the head of the bed, he seemed to be smiling: "Ling Fei, see clearly, it's you on my bed." ”

Ling Fei was stunned.

Twisting her neck to look around, she finally came to her senses, everything during the day flashed through her mind like a movie, and she sat up with a thud.

"Ahh Song Tianmo, you pervert! ”

The little face soaked in sweat instantly swelled red, and Song Tianmo, the damn bastard, actually took off her clothes again!

She remembered it clearly...... She slept in a shirt yesterday and didn't sleep in bed.

Ling Fei wrapped the quilt tightly around her body.

Shame and anger.

Frustrated that he shouldn't have coveted the alluring view from the balcony in the bedroom, he fell asleep in the chair unconsciously.

The two of them only covered a quilt, and she didn't care about it, and Song Tianmo had no cover.

Song Tianmo didn't care, he stretched his limbs, his expression was indifferent, and there was a hint of ill-intentioned banter in Ling Fei's eyes.

"I haven't done anything about you, I'm a pervert? What about you? Climbed into my bed in the middle of the night and ...... me like this," he raised and pointed to his chest and shoulder.

There are quite a few conspicuous scratches and bite marks there.

Ling Fei only glanced at it and quickly looked away.

Cover your face in embarrassment.

The fresh fingerprints, faintly bloodstained, no need to doubt, must be her masterpiece.

There are also bite marks.

After living for 20 years, she never thought that she still had the potential of SM!

Song Tianmo admired her changing face and the embarrassed and regretful look, and finally reached out and touched her forehead.

Pulling the open collar of his pajamas, he got out of bed and poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her. The attitude is calm and elegant, as if the two of them are normal now.

"Drink saliva, you have a fever. When you're well, you don't have to ...... like this" pointed to the scratches on his chest: "As long as you squeak, I will definitely meet all your needs." ”

"If you were honest, would I be like that?" Ling Fei took a sip of water, her dry throat was moistened, and she suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, and she couldn't help but take another sip.

While drinking, he didn't forget to try to defend himself, but his eyes were in a trance for a moment.

She has a fever?

No wonder she climbed mountain after mountain in the desert, and the feeling of the heat that was about to roast her could not be shaken.

There was a shirt thrown on the ground, it was the men's shirt that Ling Fei wore last night, Ling Fei jumped out of bed in the dim light, picked up the clothes and looked at them, only to find that the clothes were almost soaked.

With a roll of his eyes, he threw down his shirt, wrapped himself in the quilt and ran to Song Tianmo's closet, quickly opened the closet, took out another one with a quick movement, and ran into the bathroom.

When she came out again, she put on her long shirt again.

returned the air conditioner to Song Tianmo.

"I sleep in the living room."

Throwing down this sentence, he walked out of the bedroom in a gray manner, and of course, he didn't forget to close the door.

Lying on the sofa, Ling Fei didn't fall asleep for a long time, huddled in the sofa, looking at the bright moonlight outside the window.

When she woke up the next day, Song Tianmo was no longer there, and the quilt she was wearing was obviously thrown to Song Tianmo yesterday.

Ling Fei hugged the quilt and was stunned.

Insomnia at night, I don't know when I fell asleep, let alone when Song Tianmo put the quilt on her body.