Chapter 143: Do you behave well?

She went to the sofa and he went to bed, and this matter could be solved perfectly.
But he... had to share a room with her.
This is not easy.
Qiao Mianmian did not believe that he had to fall asleep.
She is not a sleeping pill.
The light was turned off in the room, and the curtains were closed again, almost black, almost without fingers.
Qiao Mianmian couldn't see the expression on the man's face at the moment, but listening to his voice, he could guess that he must be frowning and talking: "I let my woman sleep on the sofa, I sleep on the bed? Baby, you said Come out, I can’t do it. Okay, sleep well, don’t worry about me.

"but……"
"Baby, if you really distress me, let me go to bed. Of course, if you are still worried that I won’t be able to control you, I’ll say nothing."
Qiao Mianmian grabbed the little quilt, bit his lips and tangled for a while, and shook, "Then can you guarantee that you will behave properly?"
"No."
"..."
"Baby, the woman you like is lying on a bed with yourself. If the man can still behave properly and sit up, you shouldn’t worry if he will touch you, but his physical function is not normal. "
"..."
"I can only promise not to do the last step with you. But I will definitely be unable to hold you, kiss you, or make a more intimate move towards you."
"..."
Qiao Mianmian's face was hot and there was hot air coming out of the pores.
He... is too honest.
He said so, how to let her pick up?
Can't I lie to her.
For a time, each other was speechless.
The room was quiet again.
All you can hear is the ticking sound of the second hand of the alarm clock hanging on the wall, and the light breathing of the two people in the room.
After three or four minutes of silence.
Qiao Mianmian finished tangling, turned his head, and shouted gently under the bed: "Mo Yesi."
"Ok?"
The man hasn't fallen asleep yet, it's still a second to her.
Qiao Mianmian pulled the corner of the quilt, blushing and said, "You still go to bed to sleep."
After a few seconds of silence, the man spoke again: "What about you?"
"Er, this bed is quite big." Qiao Mian pursed her lips and said a little shyly, "It's okay to sleep two people, we can sleep alone. Eh, if you don't like to sleep like this, you can... …"
She hadn't finished speaking yet, a dark shadow swayed in front of her, and the other side of the big bed fell into it instantly.
The little quilt in his hand was also taken away.
Before she could react, a strong arm was wrapped around her waist, hitting her into a strong and hot embrace.
The overbearing breath of the man rushed into his nose.
Mo Yesi held the man firmly in his arms, and the other hand pulled the quilt and covered them.
The girl in her arms seemed to be frightened, struggling for a moment, thin and weak, with a trace of panic in the soft waxy voice like a little milk cat: "Mo Yesi, you let me go..."
"Don't move, baby."
Because of her twisting, the pressure that was finally pressed down was violent in him.
Mo Yesi took a deep breath, her arms around her waist tightened, and in a hoarse voice with restraint and forbearance: "I just want to hold you to sleep, not to do anything else. But if you continue to be in my arms I can't help but toss around."