At this moment, Qin Beiming was extremely nervous.

He could no longer tell whether Ling Mo was sleepwalking or using sleepwalking as a convenient excuse to take advantage of him.

What if she goes straight to bed with him?

Should I turn to my side and hug her, or continue pretending to be asleep and act as if nothing had happened?

He was genuinely worried that if he were to interact with her in bed, he might not be able to control himself and inadvertently cross the line.

After much deliberation, Qin Beiming finally decided to close his eyes and not respond.

"Third Master, are you asleep?"

Ling Mo was completely unaware of how nervous Qin Beiming was at that moment. He turned on the bedside lamp and asked in a low voice.

Seeing that Qin Beiming did not respond, Ling Mo then lifted the blanket covering him again.

This move truly terrified Qin Beiming.

He never had the habit of sleeping in clothes, and at this moment he was only wearing a pair of shorts, with nothing else to cover his body.

Considering that Zhan Hanjue had already checked into the room across the hall, Qin Beiming became even more tense and dared not move an inch.

She was afraid of making any noise and needlessly alerting Zhan Hanjue.

After Ling Mo lifted the blanket off Qin Beiming, he only glanced at the fading scar on his chest before quickly covering him with the blanket again.

Qin Beiming was surprised that Ling Mo had finished reading so quickly, and a sense of disappointment suddenly arose in his heart.

Could it be that she really has absolutely no interest in him?

At such a rapid pace, before you could even get a clear look at his body, how did you cover him with a blanket again?

Just as his thoughts were drifting further away, he suddenly heard the crisp sound of a box being opened.

Unboxing?

Qin Beiming instantly became alert again, wondering what kind of box Ling Mo had opened.

He had seen Lu Jinjiu's suitcase filled with sex toys.

Could it be that Ling Mo also has such a little-known quirk?

Thinking of this, he felt both nervous and expectant, and in just a few dozen seconds, he managed to break out in a sweat.

"My body is really weak; I even experience night sweats while sleeping."

Ling Mo glanced at the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, casually wiped them away, and then deftly unwrapped the blood-stained bandage on his arm. After applying ointment with hemostatic and analgesic effects to his wound, she carefully bandaged it back up.

Qin Beiming: "???"

Although Ling Mo sneaking into his house in the middle of the night to bandage his wounds did make him feel very warm.

He felt very disappointed after realizing that Ling Mo didn't intend to do anything to him.