How trusting was she of him?
Qin Nanyu felt frustrated.
He encountered many women, all sorts.
Usually at a meeting or a banquet, various people would flock to him, trying every trick to grab his attention.
Even if they didn't desire him, they couldn't ignore his presence.
Except for Ji Weitian…
Was she really a woman at all? Did she even consider him a man?
In his room, she would fall asleep as soon as she said she would, sleeping like a dead pig.
Did his face read "Harmless" or was he just too safe-looking, so much so that she had no sense of danger?
Qin Nanyu pinched his brow, feeling at a loss for the first time.
In the end, not knowing who he was angry with, he marched forward, lifted the blanket, and lay down beside her.
If all else failed, when she woke up, he'd turn the tables and make her take responsibility.
The more he thought about it, the more feasible he found the idea. The next second, the person beside him suddenly turned around and kicked him off the bed—
