With a cold flame all over Luo Jingtian, he took a marker and drew a '38th line' in the center of the bed. He stared at the cowardly and aggrieved Anhao standing in the corner with bright eyes, "I'm warning you, don't cross the line. I have no interest in a little brat like you!"
An Hao nodded obediently and carefully lay down on the other side of the big bed, for fear of accidentally crossing the line and angering him again.
However, when she opened her eyes the next morning, it was tragic. She not only crossed the line, but also left sinful saliva on Luo Jingtian.
An Hao rushed out of the bedroom with tears in her eyes. Damn it, this was not the first time she had made this mistake. Her image was ruined in front of him!
Luo Jingtian, who was pretending to be asleep, slowly opened his eyes with a mischievous smile on his lips. He would not say that he was the one who held her in his arms!
Love lies in peace, and painting the heart is a prison.
Love is from birth to old age.
He said: "I love you from the day you were born until I die till I die!"
