So, the person who talked about mooching a meal still ended up paying the bill.
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On this side, An Ran began to feel drowsy as she read her novel for a while.
She dozed off with her phone still in her hand, in the same position.
In her sleep, she faintly felt a pair of hands reaching for her forehead.
The cool touch was so comfortable.
"Mmm..." She couldn't help but moan softly, subconsciously searching for that comfort.
Wait a minute, whose hands are these?
An Ran suddenly opened her eyes and saw Chi Cheng's handsome face up close.
Oh my God.
She got startled, hastily pulled up the quilt around herself, and sat up, "How come you're here?"
"Did you think that just because you and your mom moved in, this place became yours?" Chi Cheng's hand didn't leave An Ran, it swept across her cheek, lifting her chin, "Tell me, if I'm not here, where should I be?"
"I didn't mean that..." An Ran quickly shook her head, nervously shrinking back into the covers.
