"Hmm?"
Qin Hao fainted for an unknown amount of time. His eyelashes fluttered, and just as he was about to open his eyes, he heard Lin Yuhan's voice beside him: "Meng Ke, take good care of Qin Hao, okay? I'm off to work."
"Hmm, hmm, Sister Yu Han, you've been busy all this time, it's been hard on you. If this guy knew how much you're concerned about him, he'd definitely be moved to tears." Zhao Mengke said teasingly.
"Tsk, I'm just afraid he'll die and we'll have to bury him, that's all." Lin Yuhan snorted and then said, "Bye-bye."
"Hmm, hmm." Zhao Mengke obediently nodded.
At that moment, Qin Hao secretly opened his eyes a bit and found himself in his own bedroom. He turned slightly and saw Zhao Mengke standing by his bedside, her back facing him.
Looking at Zhao Mengke in a pink short skirt, youthful and cute, her figure graceful, Qin Hao secretly stretched out his hand and pinched the hem of her skirt, then gently lifted it.
"Ah!"
