"Perhaps, I haven't been working hard enough recently, so you have the time to think about this?" The man's voice was low and hoarse. His fingers that were rubbing her scalp gradually heated up, and a layer of warmth spread in his eyes.
Qiao Mianmian knew what he meant by "haven't been working hard enough".
Her face flushed red.
This hooligan!
He was already very hardworking.
If he tried harder, she would probably be crippled.
She wasn't afraid of anything but Mo Yesi's "hard work."
"No, I didn't…" She didn't dare to make him work hard.
"Then, don't let your thoughts run wild." Mo Yesi tidied her messy hair and gently rubbed her head. "Aren't you tired? Lie against me and sleep for a while."
"Oh." Qiao Mianmian nodded.
She leaned against him lazily, put her head on his shoulder, and slowly closed her eyes.
"Mo Yesi."
A few seconds later, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked up at him.
