- God of sleep that is so typical of God of sleep, looking at his answer can fall asleep.
- Luo Nanqiu looked thin, but he was also a tall man of 1.8 meters. He was really not light, and he leaned on his shoulder and was dead.
- Maybe it's really sleepy.
- Jiang Mo looked up at the clock on the wall. Before he knew it, the hour hand had passed the number eleven and was slowly approaching towards twelve.
- He frowned, wondering why it was so late in a while. He tried to move, but unfortunately Luo Nanqiu's head was pressed firmly for him, and he couldn't move.
- Too much movement will wake him up.
- But if you think about it carefully, Luo Nanqiu still has to wake up, so you can't let him sleep on the sofa in the living room for one night.
- He stretched out his left hand with difficulty and patted Luo Nanqiu's face lightly: "Hey, wake up."
- Luo Nanqiu was indifferent.
- He increased his strength a little (in fact, it was no different from the strength just now): "Luo Nanqiu, wake up."
- Luo Nanqiu still didn't wake up.
- Jiang Mo's head was getting bigger. But this guy's skin was so good, his face was full of collagen, and he was thin and tender. He was too embarrassed to focus on it, for fear of breaking it.
- Jiang Mo struggled with himself for a while, and finally made up his mind and pinched his face: "Wake up quickly..."
- This time, Luo Nanqiu was moving. I saw that he raised his hand in a daze and grabbed Jiang Mo's moving left hand, and held it tightly: "Don't make trouble."
- Then fell asleep again.
- Hands didn't let go.
- Jiang Mo was really unable to move now. He could only accept his fate and let him sleep like this, hoping that he would wake up by himself at night.
- Who knew that this guy would still be a demon. He was probably tired of leaning on this position, so he fell on the sofa. There was an oversized throw pillow behind him, which just caught him, and he lay comfortably on it.
- Theoretically, Jiang Mo could escape Luo Nanqiu's control at this time, but...
- But Luo Nanqiu's hand was still holding Jiang Mo's left hand.
- So the innocent Jiang Mo was taken down together and could not run at all.
- In order not to press Luo Nanqiu, Jiang Mo quickly supported Luo Nanqiu's waist with his other hand, and then stopped dangerously over his body, so he didn't press directly on him.
- It's a pity that someone can't be prevented from being willingly suppressed in their sleep.
- Luo Nanqiu's other empty hand was not idle, and he directly hugged Jiang Mo, causing him to completely suppress him.
- Jiang Mo:?????
- Yes, Luo Nanqiu will probably have no face to see people when he wakes up tomorrow.
- Oh, it's not enough to see people, it's true that you have no face to see him.
- The stamina of the math problem just now came up, and Jiang Mo was still playing back various formulas infinitely in his mind. For a moment, sleepiness surged up, and his eyelids were fighting. He wanted to squint for a while and try to see if he could get up, but as a result, he squinted until dawn.
- Jiang Mo woke up early, but when he woke up, there would be a five-minute confused process.
- Even though the posture was strange, Jiang Mo, who was still confused, didn't feel the slightest difference. He just felt that he was warm around him, that there was something leaning against him, and his breathing was still very stable.
- He habitually thought that Comrade Jiang Tiedan had sneaked into his bed again to sleep, but without opening his eyes, he used to reach out and touch it twice.
- Unexpectedly, Jiang Tiedan, who had been moved by him before, did not consciously jump out of bed at this time, and still remained motionless.
- "Jiang Tiedan... go down." Jiang Mo muttered.
- Then he suddenly remembered -
- No, Jiang Tiedan didn't seem to be that big, and it was impossible for him to press the cat.
- The memory of last night came into my mind little by little.