Loving You As Scheduled

Maybe it was because he couldn't sleep, or maybe because he was curious, Feng Jinglei, who was pondering for a while, suddenly got off the bed and walked to the door, cautiously planning to open the door a gap, wanting to see if Qin Feimo in the living room was asleep.

However, just as she opened the door to a small gap, she was about to look up, but in the next second, her expression changed and the whole person was stuck there.

Qin Feimo was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, but when he saw her open a crack in the door, his raised hand stopped in midair, staring at her condescendingly.

She was a little embarrassed, and she didn't know how he was standing at the door just when she opened it.

Thinking that she was still planning to'peep' at him, Feng Jinglei felt guilty, and she subconsciously slammed the door shut!

This is too amazing, is it possible that he can still tell the Prophet, knowing that she is going to open the door to ‘spy’ on him?

Close to the door, Feng Jinglei's heart beating like a rattle.

"Knock!"

But when she was flustered, there were two knocks on the door behind her, making her tremble suddenly.

After a long pause, she faltered and said to the person outside, "What are you doing?"

Qin Feimo didn't understand her panic. At the moment just now, he only thought that she might be coming out to get something, just like he is at this moment, because the computer is out of power and he wants to go in and take out the charger.

"Get something." Through the door, he calmly answered three words.

Behind the door, Feng Jinglei was stunned for a few seconds, thinking that she was taking something, so she naturally had no reason not to open the door.

She took a deep breath until she calmed down her flustered heart, and then she opened the door.

Then he stepped back and bowed his head to make way for Qin Feimo.

Qin Feimo glanced at her slightly drooping face when he walked in. Without thinking, he walked directly to the bedside table and took the charger. Without stopping for an extra second, he turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Feng Jinglei was so stunned, watching his back in and out, then let out a deep breath.

...

The night is getting deeper.

For Qin Feimo, a European-style sofa is indeed a bit small.

He wanted to change his posture, but his legs could only be bent halfway, or put on the armrest of the sofa, which made him sleep uncomfortable.

The sleepiness came, but it was impossible to sleep, which made Qin Feimo's mood a little irritable. He turned over and sat up directly, staring at the closed door.

In the room, lying on the soft and comfortable big bed, Feng Jinglei did not sleep all night.

Thinking wildly in my mind, the picture of last night appeared from time to time.

But when she was leaning on her side and facing the door of the room, she suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.

She became stiff, knowing that Qin Feimo was the only one who opened the door.

It should be past twelve by now, right? What is he taking when he comes in?

Because she had her back to the door, she couldn't see Qin Feimo coming in. She was lying on the bed, simply pretending to sleep, lying motionless.

Qin Feimo, who opened the door, glanced at the raised half of the bed motionless, thinking that she should be asleep.

For a while, she couldn't feel any movement in the room, and Feng Jinglei was about to turn her head, but at this moment she felt the bed tremble slightly.

She opened her black eyes, and clearly felt the bed behind her as if the bed was sinking...

The heart suddenly stunned, could it be Qin Feimo...lay down?