Han Yulong's little assistant

An Ran didn't sleep very well this time. To be precise, she was woken up. The main reason is that the bed seemed extraordinarily hard when she fell asleep today, and there was a slight chill in it?

It was really painful to fall asleep, but An Ran couldn't bear it after all, with sleepy eyes on her face, she stood up slowly with her hands on the bed——

'Snapped--'

Blocked from above, An Ran fell back again, raised her hand and rubbed her aching forehead, looked up in confusion, blinked, stretched out her palm with a puzzled face, and easily pasted the 'ceiling'? !

This touch...?

Before she had time to marvel at the miracle, the excessive stiffness on the lower back made her suddenly wake up and tilt her head, a very bony arm suddenly slipped from the bed and appeared in front of her eyes?

This is not a bed, it is clearly under a bed, not her room!

Therefore,

she was...

Strange stuffed under the bed? !

An Ran has always thought that she is a very professional assistant, just like now, after taking a few deep breaths, she can still forcefully suppress the urge to go out and poison some scumbag to death, and still maintain calm.

Get out from under the bed, look at the still dark sky behind the bed, then turn your gaze back to the captain who is sleeping soundly on the bed, mouth

The corners are looming with shallow arcs, as if they had some sweet dreams.

Unusual, An Ran gave a cold 'hehe', narrowed her eyes slightly, and went out quietly?

After a few minutes--

On the bed, Quan Zhilong was still sleeping soundly. The touch from the corners of his lips made the corners of the mouth of a certain scumbag who was immersed in a dream split open, and he laughed foolishly, a little proud, and secretly said:

Today's little assistant seems to be acting extraordinarily, it really is still a dream!

Not much, but it was too enthusiastic, which made him a little confused——no, this touch?

The warmth has been sweeping over the corners of his mouth, nose, eyes... every part of his face, although the enthusiasm is good, but the sticky face is not so wonderful!

And it feels so real?

A certain slag in his sleep woke up faintly, a little confused, wrinkled his bun face, pouted his mouth and slowly opened his eyes...

Leng, blinked:

Hey, why did their little assistant's face suddenly wrinkle like this, it can be compared to the Quan family - no, this is clearly...

In the next second, Quan Jiahu's ferocious tongue came towards the corner of his mouth again, Quan Zhilong staggered in shock and fell off the bed, panicked.

While he was busy, he caught sight of him standing at the door with his arms crossed, with a calm expression on his face.

Why did Quan Jiahu come to his room suddenly, and happened to be awake on his bed?

Quan Zhilong tilted his head, glanced at the darkness outside through the gap in the curtain, and took the watch on the bedside table——

early morning? !

Anger rose, and his angry eyes shot at An Ran who looked like he had nothing to do with himself:

"Ah, is there something wrong with you woman? It's not dawn yet, disturbing people's dreams?!"

An Ran raised her eyebrows lightly, staring at a certain captain who was still maintaining the posture of just falling off the bed, leaning against the door panel for a while, and said in a cold tone without the slightest ups and downs:

"Quan Zhilongxi, compared to the person who inexplicably suffocated me and stuffed me under the bed no matter what happened yesterday... Who is more perverted?"

"I--"

Quan Zhilong twitched his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.

It was less than five o'clock in the morning, An Ran glanced at Quan Jiahu who was lying An Xin on Quan Zhilong's bed, cast a cold look at the person in the corner, turned and opened the door.

Seeing that someone was about to leave, Quan Zhilong rushed over anxiously and hugged An Ran's thigh, with his head raised and his face looking extremely pitiful, he said:

"Don't go."