And She Was Still Sleeping in Xiao Yan's Arms

Su Qian's body stiffened and she dared not move. Su Qian's little face seemed to be on fire and burned even more fiercely.

Xiao Yan looked at Su Qian's stiff expression and his voice became even lower. It was like a thousand-year-old wine that was especially intoxicating. "I told you not to move."

"Let go of me quickly. I'll go find Qian Rong to squeeze with me. I'll leave this room to you." Su Qian almost bit her tongue at the end of her sentence. She had to hold it in to not waver even more.

She thought, "Heavens, what did I just say?"

Seeing Su Qian's flustered appearance, Xiao Yan couldn't resist teasing her. "Right now, as long as you don't move, I can still control myself. But if you move again, I can't guarantee that I won't do anything."

Su Qian's mind exploded. She dared not dwell on what Xiao Yan might have in mind.