"Junior, are you hot?" As he said this, Liang Mingxi started to unbutton Han Nuo's clothes.
"It's not hot." Han Nuo didn't even raise his eyelids and continued to look down at the copywriting on the table.
"Junior, you don't need to warm the bed to learn? If you don't tell me, I'll take it as your acquiescence!" Without giving Han Nuo a chance to speak, Liang Mingxi had already gotten into Han Nuo's quilt.
Han Nuo opened the door, looked at Liang Mingxi who was holding a bunch of salutes, raised his eyebrows and said,
"Senior, seeing how pitiful you are, I reluctantly agree to it."