Qin Wan opened the door with displeasure, "What more do you want?"
Outside, the man saw her displeasure and said gently and slowly, "There's one more thing, I forgot to tell you just now."
"What is it?"
Qin Wan frowned, looking at him with confusion.
Mu Shaochen earnestly spouted nonsense, "There's a smell in my room."
As he spoke, he squeezed into the room and arrogantly shut the door.
Qin Wan was pressed against the door by him, her little face flushed with anger, "You..."
"Wanwan, I'm borrowing your couch to sleep on tonight."
His eyes deeply fixed on her faintly pink face, he felt inexplicably thirsty.
His voice was so hoarse it was unbearable.
Qin Wan firmly objected, "No way."
I already got him a room, what more does he want?
His slender fingers touched her warm lips, his hoarse voice tempting, "Or, give me a kiss, and I'll go back to my room to sleep."
"Are you sick or something?"
"Yeah, I'm sick."
Mu Shaochen leaned down towards her, and Qin Wan couldn't dodge.
