Wen Meimei, recalling the past, knew that nothing good ever happened when he entered her room, so she spread her arms to block him.
"You can say whatever you need to at the door; I'm getting ready for bed."
Qiao Chengxun gently wrapped his arm around her slender waist, lifted her slightly with effort, and carried her into the room like a sack of sand.
This action terrified the girl, causing her to lose her composure and struggle desperately.
"Qiao King of Hell, what do you think you're doing? Let me go!"
"..."
Qiao Chengxun gently placed the girl on the bed and then sat beside her, turning his head to look at her profile.
His gaze involuntarily trailed downward; she was wearing a cute nightgown, her figure petite and exquisite, like a pure girl straight out of a manga.