"Third Master, did you perhaps drug my father?"
Ling Mo sat back down at his desk, lazily resting his chin on his hand, completely baffled.
Qin Beiming shook his head and continued his analysis:
"Maybe Dad has come to his senses? Or maybe he thinks we're a good match."
"Unlikely." Ling Mo yawned, quickly got into bed, and said casually, "Never mind, Dad must have his reasons for doing this."
After tucking herself in, she didn't forget to ask:
Are you going to sleep or not?
"You mean?"
Qin Beiming's heart pounded like a drum, thinking that Ling Mo was hinting that he should take the initiative.
"Go to bed. If you don't sleep now, it will be dawn soon."
"Um..."
Qin Beiming realized he had misunderstood again and sighed silently.
At that moment, he truly regretted his harsh attitude towards her a few days ago.
As I slowly took off my coat, intending to go to bed for a nap, a brightly colored packaging bag suddenly slipped out of my pocket.
Ling Mo stared speechlessly at the packaging bag, his hands instinctively tightening around the blanket.
"You still carry this thing with you all the time?"
"It's not what you think...it's just in case."
Qin Beiming hurriedly stuffed the family planning supplies that had accidentally fallen out into his pocket, embarrassed and unsure of how to explain it.
"Um."
Ling Mo was also a little embarrassed, as she hadn't originally thought there was anything wrong with the two of them sleeping in the same bed.
But the moment he lay down, his unique scent enveloped her, and she suddenly felt afraid to move. Not only afraid to move, she even felt that her breathing had become unusually intimate...
In fact, Qin Beiming didn't dare to move at this moment. Sharing a blanket meant that every movement he made could disturb her.
After a long stalemate and a long silence, the two finally went to sleep in an atmosphere of unease and tension...
As dawn broke, Qin Beiming had not yet opened his eyes when he felt something pressing on his chest. He instinctively raised his arm and swung it sharply at his chest.
Immediately afterwards, with a "bang," the sleepy-eyed Ling Mo was thrown onto the floor.
She stared blankly at Qin Beiming, who was occupying her bed and had nonchalantly tossed her off, then jumped back onto the bed, angrily punching him. "Am I a punching bag? Why are you throwing me like that?"
"..."
Qin Beiming was stunned for a while before he realized what he had done.
"Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"
He suddenly stood up and looked with concern at Ling Mo, who was angrily pressing down on his waist and abdomen and frantically pinching his cheeks.
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