Meng Chuyuan had just closed her eyes and was not completely asleep. At first, she vaguely felt that someone was approaching and didn't pay attention. After she had a real feeling, she suddenly opened her eyes and saw Lu Qingye right in front of her.

She shrank her neck, her pupils showing a trace of surprise: "...What are you doing?"

Lu Qingye froze, a little frightened by her reaction when she woke up.

Facing Meng Chuyuan's wary eyes, Lu Qingye felt guilty for no reason, and said in a low voice: "I see you are asleep here, and I want you to go back to bed."

Hearing this, Meng Chuyuan drooped his eyelids, glanced at Lu Qingye's posture, and then slowly raised his eyes, with a slightly confused tone: "Want to carry me over?"

Lu Qingye looked at her with an unnatural look on his face, and finally let out a soft hum after a long time.

After he finished speaking, Meng Chuyuan put his hands on Lu Qingye's neck, looked at him without changing his expression, and said in a cold and soft voice: "Hug him."

　　　…”Does this mean you want him to take it back?

Seeing Meng Chuyuan doing such an abnormal behavior, Lu Qingye's eyebrows showed surprise again.

Perhaps he didn't expect that after she woke up, instead of pushing him away, she would actively throw herself into her arms. He and Meng Chuyuan looked at each other, not knowing what kind of reaction they should make.

After waking up, Meng Chuyuan felt that he was more awake than ever.

She raised her eyes and looked at Lu Qingye, who was motionless, and asked, "Aren't you going to carry me back to bed?"

Lu Qingye lowered his eyes slightly and hesitated for a moment before he picked up Meng Chuyuan from the sofa.

The next second, Meng Chuyuan's body soared into the air, and he was nestled in Lu Qingye's arms, and could smell a faint fragrance on his body.

Lu Qingye walked slowly. For the first time, he felt that the cloakroom and the bedroom were so far away.

Meng Chuyuan raised his eyes, looking up from Lu Qingye's Adam's apple, and finally stopped at his profile.

Perhaps Lu Qingye felt her burning gaze, which made his tense face become even stiffer. The heat in his body also inexplicably reached the base of his ears, quietly turning red.

After walking out of the cloakroom, the lights in the bedroom were even brighter, which amplified Lu Qingye's blushing face.

Meng Chuyuan glanced across his face and asked casually: "Am I heavy?"

When Lu Qingye heard this, a trace of imperceptible doubt flashed in his eyes.

 She is obviously very thin, why do you ask so suddenly.

But soon, Lu Qingye said softly: "It's not heavy."

Her cold voice can always bring out a hint of provocation: "Then what makes you blush?"

"..." Lu Qingye didn't respond, and quickly took Meng Chuyuan to the bedroom, leaned over to lift the quilt, and laid her flat on the bed.

 When he let go of his hand and was about to stand up, a force came back from the back of his neck.

Lu Qingye was startled for a moment. When he saw Meng Chuyuan's arms still raised, he realized that Meng Chuyuan's hands had not been put down.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Meng Chuyuan, his eyes a little averted, and his blush made him feel a little uncomfortable.

After a while, his prominent Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was slightly trembling: "... let go."

Meng Chuyuan was as calm as ever, looking at him calmly.

His nervousness and discomfort were all visible to Meng Chuyuan.

Meng Chuyuan's two palms gently pressed forward on the back of his neck, and the distance between them became a little closer.

Lu Qingye looked surprised and subconsciously held up the bed with his hands to prevent his body from being unbalanced and crushing her.

 After closing the distance, Meng Chuyuan still looked into his eyes, with a calm tone and a hint of seriousness: "You like me, don't you?"