I’m Not a Delicate Little Flower

Ning Meng was slightly stunned.

'Again? We meet again?'

Well, that was indeed right. Today was not the first time that they had met, after all. Her lips curled upward and she smiled. After she had smiled, she felt that something was amiss. Why was she smiling just because he said she was smiling?!

Ning Meng pressed her lips together and coughed. "Why did I end up on the bed again?"

Huo Beichen maintained his composure and calmly looked at her. "That's right, why?"

His unperturbed response made Ning Meng doubt herself. Had she sleepwalked this time?

Seeing that she was trying to figure things out, Huo Beichen casually opened the bedroom door and went out. "I'll prepare breakfast."