C28 Sleep with the Bed

Murong Hao frowned, puzzled. Once again, he was troubled by this question. No matter how he thought about it, he could not understand it.

Chiang Liy, who was sitting opposite him, frowned even more. "What do you mean?"

The corner of Murong Hao's mouth curled up. He put down the chopsticks in his hand, held his chin with one hand, and winked at her.

"We slept together last night