Lu Moqing’s eyes slightly drooped.
It was already past ten in the evening when Qiao Xu finished her work. She rubbed her temples and got up to go to the bathroom to wash up, only to rember Lu Moqing was also in the room with her.
Upon looking up, Lu Moqing was sitting quietly on the sofa with his arm propped under his head, silently watching her.
Qiao Xu’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, asking, "How co you haven’t gone to sleep yet?"
Hearing her ask this, a hint of grievance appeared on Lu Moqing’s face, "So you finally rember now?"
Qiao Xu was stunned and didn’t speak. She had indeed been busy with work and had forgotten about him.
Seeing her acknowledging this, Lu Moqing didn’t know whether to be angry or laugh. Instead, he simply got up and walked towards her.
He pulled her away from the computer, and as Qiao Xu subconsciously tried to retract her hand, she heard Lu Moqing say, "I’m waiting for you to sleep together."
He was smiling maliciously, she raised her eyebrows, and pulled her hand out of his palm, saying, "You’re injured, you sleep in the bed."
With that, she quickly pulled her hand out of Lu Moqing’s and fled towards the bathroom with an escaping deanor.
She could still feel the warmth that lingered on her hand from Lu Moqing’s palm. As her heart raced, she pressed her chest and frowned imperceptibly.
After quickly showering, she saw Lu Moqing leaning against the wall opposite the bathroom door, looking at her with his arms crossed.
"What’s the matter?"
After the previous experience in the bathroom, Qiao Xu looked at Lu Moqing’s half-smiling lips with cold eyes and retreated a step cautiously.
Darkness flashed through Lu Moqing’s black eyes, but he didn’t allow her any room to dodge, pulling her to the bed, "You sleep on the bed."
Qiao Xu frowned and disapproved, "Sleeping on the sofa is not conducive to your recovery."
Lu Moqing’s thin lips seed to hold a sneer, "So what would be conducive to my recovery? Ex-Wife, will you sleep with ?"
Qiao Xu: "..."
She began to suspect that Lu Moqing’s brain had really been damaged, as he kept trying to tease her with indecent remarks all night.
However, for a mont, Qiao Xu’s heart fluttered, and she actually... found the idea not entirely unacceptable.
Feeling slightly ashad and flustered, she quickly shook her head internally, trying to suppress the strange throbbing in her heart and said flatly, "I don’t want to."
Her decisive refusal slightly annoyed Lu Moqing, and he snorted emotionlessly, "Are you sure that sharing a room with your tall and handso ex-husband, you can resist not wanting to sleep with ?"
Qiao Xu: "..."
She coldly eyed Lu Moqing, now even more certain that his brain had been damaged.
"I’m very sure. Whichever one of us can’t resist will be a dog!"
If she lacked even this level of self-control, she would have put the moves on him during their three years of marriage.
Tsk!!
Qiao Xu felt sowhat irritated and embarrassed because of her subconscious thoughts.
"Or you can go and get a separate room next door, it’s unlikely you’ll faint just by walking a few steps."
Qiao Xu suggested expressionlessly, causing Lu Moqing’s unhappy expression to abate a little.
Fearing that the ungrateful woman would really drive him out, he turned around and quickly walked to the bed, unable to resist muttering, "Insensitive."
Qiao Xu pursed her lips from behind him upon hearing these words.
What kind of charm did she need to show in front of her ex-husband as his ex-wife?
Without saying more to Lu Moqing, she took a spare quilt from the cupboard and walked to the sofa. Just as she was about to lie down, a shadow appeared at her side. Without looking back, she said, "I am tired. Can you let rest?"
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