C171 Difficult to Control

When I woke up in the morning, there was a sleeping weirdo in my bed. He was almost across my chest, his little foot almost in my mouth. I scratched his feet with my fingers, and he hummed. When I lifted the covers and looked at that little pink face, I felt warm to the point of melting.

Qin Mofei might have gone to work, so there was no one in the room