This conversation ended unhappily.
At night, the two of them switched off the lights and went to sleep. One of them occupied one side of the bed, and there was a huge empty space in the middle.
Gong Jue was deliberately cold towards her.
On the other hand, she was happy to have peace and quiet. Without anyone disturbing her, she slept very well.
However…
In the middle of the night, a tall and warm figure took the initiative to approach her.
His big palm was like a small stove as it rested on her cold abdomen, gently transmitting warm energy.
Even the sleeping Gu Qiqi couldn't help but murmur in comfort.
"Disobedient little demon…"
In her daze, she seemed to hear someone whisper and sigh.
Who was it?
Was that b*stard Bai Lang still holding a grudge against her in his dream?
At daybreak, Gu Qiqi abruptly opened her eyes.
The bed was empty.
