Suppressing her shyness, Shen Qiaoying finished wiping He Ping and was about to leave.

"Qiaoying, I like you!" He Ping began to ramble on in his drunken state, grabbing Shen Qiaoying's hand and refusing to let her go.

He sat up in bed, hugged Shen Qiaoying, and leaned on her shoulder.

"Don't go, I like you."

This was the first time Shen Qiaoying had been held like this by He Ping, and she didn't dare to move at all.

He Ping, who was drunk, did not do anything excessive.

I was holding her, and all I could hear was her even breathing.

However, Shen Qiaoying, who was so hot and infatuated, couldn't fall asleep at all while staring at He Ping's sleeping face in his arms.

Her whole body was wrapped up, it was so hot, but Shen Qiaoying couldn't break free and couldn't sleep, so she just stared at He Ping quietly.

Little did Shen Qiaoying know that the more she looked at He Ping, the more she liked him, and she began to feel shy again.

He Ping felt his arms go numb while holding the object, so he changed his position because he was uncomfortable.

He lay down holding Shen Qiaoying, then turned over and pinned her against him.

"Brother He!" Shen Qiaoying felt very uncomfortable; her face turned pale instantly, as if blood was gushing from her skin.

She couldn't help but tremble, trying to push He Ping away, but she couldn't.

I became increasingly anxious, and my heart beat even faster.

At this moment, Shen Qiaoying was caught in a dilemma, like a thousand ants being roasted on a fire.

Her eyes gradually became unfocused.

He Ping's skin felt sticky and adhered to Shen Qiaoying's skin.

Her blood was churning!

Even though He Ping hadn't done anything, every breath he took tugged at Shen Qiaoying's heartstrings.