He spoke very casually, and his tone sounded like he was teasing the little pet trapped in his palm.
The expression on Fang Chixia's face froze slightly, she retracted her legs, took two steps back, turned her back and walked towards the bed.
Luo Yibei watched her movements calmly, the corners of his lips raised coldly and arrogantly, and he wanted to go around the end of the bed towards her. Fang Chixia's eyes suddenly turned to the side of where he was standing, turned around and ran over in a few steps. , seems to want to get out of bed.
She reacted very quickly. She just made something to send back, gave Luo Yibei some reassurance, and then turned back.
However, what she didn't expect was that Luo Yibei's movements were faster than hers.
Fang Chixia had just reached the edge of the bed, and before she could get down, Luo Yibei suddenly blocked her in front of her. Fang Chixia couldn't steady herself for a moment, and leaned forward with inertia, bumping into his chest.
Her face changed slightly in shock, and she reflexively wanted to withdraw her body, but Luo Yibei took a step ahead of her and hooked her slender waist.
Fang Chixia's upper body moved into his arms under the action of inertia, and her face was buried in his chest.
The hot heat was transmitted to her cheeks through the thin fabric of the shirt, spreading through the blood vessels, ironing Fang Chixia's face, making her facial skin feel as if it was burning. It turned red.
Fang Chixia was slightly startled, and her head reflexively wanted to get out of his arms, but Luo Yibei pressed her back with one hand, stopping her movement in time.
"Don't move, just let me hold you for a while!" His voice was different from the rough one before. The low, magnetic timbre was like a violin melody, and was unconsciously mixed with a bit of delicate and silky tenderness.
His gentleness is like a whirlpool. Every time he becomes gentle, it seems to have a gravitational force, constantly attracting people to sink deeply. It is very difficult to resist.
Fang Chixia's body leaning in his arms slowly softened, and her struggling movements stopped.
"I'm curious who Cheng Anning is?" Luo Yibei seemed to be very relaxed tonight, and he didn't even need Fang Chixia to speak, so he opened the topic himself.
"Not curious." Fang Chixia turned her face to the side and snorted lightly.
With a small expression, she actually just wanted to express her disdain.
But he didn't know how arrogant this action looked in Luo Yibei's eyes.
With a twitch in the corner of his eye, Luo Yibei asked, "Are you really not curious? Just ask if you have anything, and don't wait if it's late!"
"What does it have to do with me?" Fang Chixia didn't take his words seriously.
"That's right. Why are you mentioning irrelevant people in a place like this?" Luo Yibei agreed obediently, picked her up in this posture, and took her to the bedside.
He held her upright, in a very intimate way. Their bodies fit perfectly together, as if they were holding a child.
Fang Chixia's hands were wrapped around his neck. It was a natural task that had been practiced countless times in the past.
She didn't seem to realize it until she was carried to the bed by Luo Yibei, and he pushed her to fall down onto the bed.
The two of them still maintained the same posture as before. As they moved up and down, her hands were wrapped around his body. It was a very suitable position. She had put her hands around his neck like this for countless nights.
Fang Chixia was stunned for a moment, and reflexively wanted to withdraw her hand, but Luo Yibei pressed her hand and refused to let go.