"Mo Mo is very afraid of lightning. Whenever it rains or lightens, he will come to my room to sleep with me. But I often go on business. When he was a child, he would sleep with aunt Xiaolin in his arms. Later, when he had Abu, he would sleep with Abu in his arms. So I thought that you would be afraid of lightning. " Leng Shaoheng's voice is low and mellow, and his tone is as gentle as coaxing lengyanmo to sleep.

"Oh." Shen Qingqing doesn't understand the inevitable connection between lengyanmo's fear of lightning and her fear of thunder. She thinks that he calms himself as lengyanmo, and feels sweet in her heart.

Leng Shaoheng drew the curtain and came to her bedside. He reached out and turned off her bedside lamp.

In the darkness, Shen Qingqing felt a pair of big hands rubbing between his bed and quilt. Then the bed beside him was depressed. It was obvious that he lay down.

She shuddered and exclaimed, "what are you going to do?"

Cold Shaoheng chuckled in the darkness, full of magnetism. "What are you afraid of? Your legs are broken now."

Shen Qingqing felt that he opened his quilt and lay down. She was shocked in vain. She wanted to move her body, but because her legs couldn't move, she leaned her upper body to avoid. She said in a trembling voice, "since you know my leg is broken, you still..."

"You are so afraid of what I will do to you, and what can I do?" Leng Shaoheng chuckled and laid down beside Shen Qingqing. He put his hands under the back of his head and said, "the rain can't stop in a short time. I'll make do with you for one night."

Why make do with one night? She doesn't want to make do with it!

Shen Qingqing's heart was like ten thousand alpacas galloping by. She reached out and pushed Leng Shaoheng, pointed to the bedside and said, "I don't mind if you stay here, but you go to that bed to sleep!"

On the contrary, Leng Shaoheng turned to Shen Qingqing, put his hands around her waist, put her in his arms without moving his lower body, and said in a low voice, "I'm not going, cold, you're warm here."

Shen Qingqing couldn't believe her ears. She almost found a trace of coquetry from his tone just now. She jerked at the corner of her mouth, put her little hand on his broad chest and began to push, "Leng Shaoheng, don't be ridiculous. There are two beds. Why do you want to squeeze one with me?"

"As I said, I don't want to go because it's too cold. Your bed is warm. I'll sleep here tonight." He put his arms around Shen Qingqing and ignored her slight struggle.

"No, I have a wound in my leg. You'll touch me when you sleep!" She wriggled in his arms, frowning and resisting stubbornly.

"No, I sleep honestly, but if you move on like this, I'm not sure I'll do anything." Leng Shaoheng pasted in her ear and vomited, his voice was low and hoarse. "I don't care if you hurt your leg, I'll do it on the spot!"

Shen Qingqing was so scared that she didn't even dare to breathe. The whole person was as stiff as a stake in his arms. He scolded silently in his heart, hooligan!

Leng Shaoheng contentedly hugged her in his arms, buried his head in her warm and soft neck, greedily sucking the fragrance of orange blossom she sent out, and sighed in a low voice, "good, sleep, don't make any more trouble!"

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