Have you seen a fist the size of a clay pot?

Hearing ruan Mengmeng's doubts, the gloominess in Shen Yu's dark eyes deepened.

He crossed his hands on his knees and said in an extremely serious tone, " Mengmeng, you're thinking too much. Yingluo, I will never do anything to you. You were just too tired and fell asleep.

"You won't do anything, so you called me to your lounge and knocked me out with your scent?"

Ruan Mengmeng did not believe Shen Yu's explanation at all.

It was impossible for him to knock her out for no reason as if he had done nothing.

She was sure that Shen Yu had done something to her, but she could not guess what it was.

Ruan Mengmeng subconsciously observed her surroundings.

She realized that the window that was tightly shut earlier was already half-opened.

No wonder she felt that the air in the room had become fresher. It seemed that Shen Yu had opened the window to get rid of the smell.