I like money, but God likes me

After realizing that she was a nymphomaniac, Su Yue quickly came to her senses and hurriedly picked up her pajamas and got into the bathroom.

Yan Lianqing smiled silently, then chose the side far away from the bathroom to lie down on the bed, turning to look at the hazy figure behind the frosted glass door.

She quietly raised her hand and used her index finger to trace the figure's lines from a distance, as if she could touch him.

After a while, Su Yue walked out of the bathroom. Her hair was not very long. The original owner was lazy and didn't want to spend time taking care of her hair, so she cut it short.

After noticing that the fragment of hair was semi-dry with a towel still wrapped around it, she quickly took out the hair dryer from the drawer of the bedside table and handed it to the other person to blow his hair.

When the other party took the hair dryer, he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but his fingertips touched her hand, but soon he took the hair dryer and left, leaving only that touch for Su Yue to remember.

Su Yue once again had the illusion that the other party was seducing her. She glanced at the other party's neck quietly. The pajamas were a bit too big, revealing a pair of beautiful collarbones.

The cold white skin was dazzling under the light, and she couldn't help but swallow.

The roar of the hair dryer brought her back to reality, and she couldn't help but regret that she had no composure. Fortunately, the fragment didn't notice that she was being a nymphomaniac.

And in the corner where she couldn't see, the female CEO secretly raised the corners of her lips.

Her hair was relatively long, and it took a while to dry it with a hair dryer. Su Yue's hair was almost dry at this time, but she still blew it twice with a hair dryer.

After putting away the hair dryer, she went to bed and lay next to Zhang Zhang. The female president even covered herself with a quilt and lay down, looking at her with her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

After meeting her gaze, Su Yue's heartbeat skipped a beat, and she quickly turned her face to turn off the light to relieve her current mood.

As soon as the lights went out, the whole room fell into darkness. She slowly lay down and pulled the quilt. In the silent environment, the sound of the friction of cloth and their breathing became much clearer. She felt a little nervous and excited for no reason. .

However, she still restrained her eager thoughts, closed her eyes and started counting sheep. After dawdling like this for a while, her mood fell into calmness, and she fell asleep without realizing it.

Yan Lianqing began to feel nervous as she listened to the gradually even and gentle breathing beside her. After waiting quietly for a while, she cautiously approached the other person.

He lifted up his own quilt and got into the other person's quilt, and when he was about to fumble around to wrap his arms around the other person's waist, the screenwriter turned over and rolled directly into her arms.

Yan Lianqing was stunned for a moment, then she hugged him contentedly and fell asleep.

When Su Yue woke up the next day, she found that she didn't know what was going on. She and Zhang Zhan were obviously covered by two quilts, but now they were lying on the same quilt, and she was also with Zhan Zhang. Like an octopus, their legs and hands are wrapped around each other's body.

Thinking of his dishonest sleeping position, forget it, it's not impossible.

But why is it that the bed he built is his own and not the fragments? Logically speaking, she should have gotten into Shard's quilt since she was sleeping. Could it be that she just lifted Shard's quilt when she fell asleep, and then Shard got into her quilt because of the cold?

This may not be impossible. Anyway, she was so sleepy that she was speechless.