??Chapter 322 You like me, don’t you?

Meng Chuyuan had just closed her eyes and was not completely asleep. At first, she vaguely felt someone approaching but she didn't pay attention. When she felt something real, she suddenly opened her eyes and saw Lu Qingye right in front of her.

She shrank her neck, her pupils showing a hint of surprise: "...What are you doing?"

Lu Qingye's body stiffened, a little frightened by her reaction when she woke up.

Facing Meng Chuyuan's vigilant eyes, Lu Qingye felt inexplicably guilty and said in a low voice: "Seeing that you fell asleep here, I want you to go back to bed."

Meng Chuyuan's eyelids drooped as he glanced at Lu Qingye's posture. Then he slowly raised his eyes, his tone slightly puzzled: "You want to carry me over?"

Lu Qingye looked at her with an unnatural expression, and after a long time he said "hmm" softly.

After he finished speaking, Meng Chuyuan climbed up Lu Qingye's neck with both hands, looked at him calmly, and said in a cold but gentle voice: "Hold me."

“…” Does this mean she wants him to take her back?

Seeing Meng Chuyuan's abnormal behavior, Lu Qingye's eyebrows showed surprise again.

Perhaps he didn't expect that after she woke up, she not only didn't push him away, but also took the initiative to throw herself into his arms. He and Meng Chuyuan looked at each other, not knowing how to react for a moment.

After waking up with a start, Meng Chuyuan felt more awake than ever.

She looked up at Lu Qingye who didn't move, and asked, "Aren't you going to carry me back to bed?"

Lu Qingye lowered his eyes slightly and hesitated for a moment before he picked up Meng Chuyuan from the sofa.

The next second, Meng Chuyuan's body flew into the air, and she nestled in Lu Qingye's arms, and she could smell a faint fragrance from him.

Lu Qingye walked slowly. It was the first time he felt that the cloakroom and the bedroom were so far apart.

Meng Chuyuan raised his eyes, his gaze moving from Lu Qingye's Adam's apple upwards, finally stopping at his profile.

Perhaps Lu Qingye felt her burning gaze, which made his already tense face even stiffer, and the heat in his body inexplicably climbed up to his ears, quietly staining them with a blush.

After walking out of the cloakroom, the lights in the bedroom became brighter, magnifying Lu Qingye's blushing face.

Meng Chuyuan's eyes swept across his face and asked casually, "Am I heavy?"

A barely perceptible hint of doubt flashed across Lu Qingye's eyes.

She is obviously very thin, why did she suddenly ask this?

But soon, Lu Qingye said softly: "It's not heavy."

Her cold voice always had a hint of teasing: "What made your face red?"

“…” Lu Qingye did not respond, and quickly took Meng Chuyuan to the bedroom. He leaned over, lifted the quilt, and laid her flat on the bed.

When he let go of his hands and prepared to stand up, the back of his neck was pulled back by a force.

Lu Qingye was stunned for a moment. When he saw Meng Chuyuan's arms were still raised, he realized that Meng Chuyuan had not put down her hands yet.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Meng Chuyuan, his gaze slightly avoided, and the blushing feeling made him feel a little uncomfortable.

After a while, his prominent Adam's apple rolled and his voice trembled slightly: "...Let go."

Meng Chuyuan was as calm as usual, looking at him calmly.

Meng Chuyuan could see clearly his nervousness and discomfort.

Meng Chuyuan gently pressed forward with both palms on the back of his neck, bringing the distance between them a little closer.

Lu Qingye was surprised and subconsciously supported himself on the bed with his hands to prevent himself from losing balance and crushing her.

After closing the distance, Meng Chuyuan still looked into his eyes, and said in a calm tone with a hint of seriousness: "You like me, don't you?"