"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 then sleep by yourself." Song Qiao said coldly, lifting her hand to forcibly pry open his large hand across her waist, about to directly get up.
Sometimes she feels inexplicably in a bad mood and wants to lash out for no apparent reason, and Lu Jingchen feels that is exactly how Song Qiao is feeling right now.
The man, already a bit grumpy from waking up, was suddenly woken up and was not in a good mood to begin with; now having to watch the woman beside him making a fuss, Lu Jingchen's mood worsened even more, his expression darkened, and before Song Qiao could react, he flipped over and pressed the woman who was about to get up directly under him, instantly creating a male-dominant position.
