"I said I don't want to sleep anymore, Lu Jingchen what do you want exactly? Let go, I want to get up, if you want to sleep, do it yourself." Song Qiao said coldly with a frown, raising her hand trying to break free from his large hand that was across her waist, intending to get up directly.
Sometimes her mood inexplicably turns sour, and she felt the urge to lash out for no particular reason, and that's exactly what Lu Jingchen thought of the current Song Qiao.
The man, who was already irritable from waking up, suddenly had his mood worsen from being woken up abruptly, and now he had to deal with the woman beside him making a fuss, causing Lu Jingchen's mood to sink even further. Before Song Qiao could react, he swiftly flipped over, pressing the woman who was about to get up directly beneath him, instantly resulting in a position with him on top and her below.
