Strong counterattack: President, bullying is too much

A few minutes later, Li Yunting put down the blower, combed Yan Xia's hair, shook off the quilt, lay down beside the bed, and patted the pillow next to him.

"come over."

Yan Xia was so nervous that her mouth was parched and she didn't move: "What... what..."

Li Yunting was silent for a moment, took her cool hand, pulled her into his arms, and wrapped her in a quilt: "It's time to sleep."

"I... sleep with you?"

Yan Xia was only wrapped in a bathrobe, how could she share the same bed with him under such circumstances?

"No! I don't want to sleep with you!"

But Li Yunting locked her tightly: "Be obedient, don't leave."

don't go...

He didn't want to tell her that he was used to sleeping with her in his arms every night. Even if she went back to her room, he would take the key to open the side door in the middle and climb into her bed.

He also can't say that he has been impulsive for too long today, without holding her, and doesn't know how to make up for the loneliness and emptiness in his heart.

He only hoped that she would stay, in his arms, beside his pillow, on his heart...

She looked back at him in a daze, the words "don't go" made her heart soften inexplicably.

He looked at her with tender eyes.

"Then...you can't share a quilt with me..."

She shyly turned her back on him, her voice so low that she could barely hear herself.

He didn't speak, got up and took another quilt, wrapped his body and lay down beside her, with his arms around her waist: "Good night, sweet dreams..."

"Good night..." She smiled reassuringly, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

With him by his side, dreams are much sweeter.

She woke up naturally after sleeping, opened her eyes, and felt full of energy.

But looking at the other side of the bed, Li Yunting's pillow and quilt were neatly arranged, but he had long since disappeared.

Yan Xia hurried back to her room, checked the time, only to find that it was already past 9:[-] in the morning.

"No wonder I'm not sleepy at all when I woke up... But why didn't Young Master Ting call me!"

She dressed in a panic, rushed out of the room, and saw two maids standing at the door of Li Yunting's study.

At this moment, Catherine walked towards the study with a pot of tea, saw Yan Xia just woke up, and asked with a straight face: "Miss Su finally woke up?"

"Catherine, early..." Yanxia asked with a blushing face, "Did Young Master Ting not go to Fenghuang headquarters today?"

"Today is Saturday. The young master got up early in the morning to deal with official business. You were still asleep during the morning jog and breakfast. How could you know?"

Catherine said coldly.

"I..." Yan Xia didn't know how to explain, so she could only say, "I'm sorry, I won't do it next time..."

"Don't talk about the next time." Catherine walked in front of her and lowered her voice, "It was the young master who refused to wake you up or clean up his room. You are really good at seducing the young master to be so confused! But I told you You, if you let the old house and Miss Sheng know about these things, you will die a miserable death."

"I didn't seduce him!" Yan Xia stared at Catherine, unable to resist.

But Catherine didn't believe it at all. For a clean freak like Li Yunting, the only reason why he didn't allow people to clean his room was because there was something in his room that was not suitable for people to see.

Yan Xia watched Catherine walk past her with a look of contempt, she felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

She doesn't like the feeling of being treated like a vixen, but no one will believe that nothing will happen when she and Li Yunting are alone every night.

But after thinking about it, if it were another man, it would be impossible for her to sleep peacefully until dawn.

He quietly got up to exercise and go to work by himself, but no one disturbed her sweet dreams.

So it doesn't matter whether others misunderstand or not.

Thinking of this, Yan Xia felt a little more relaxed.

She turned around and went downstairs, went to the kitchen to carefully prepare a cup of coffee, adjusted and drew a delicate pattern, and brought it to Li Yunting's study door.