The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind

Jiang Nanshu, who was pinned down, just looked at him with teary eyes, "My stomach hurts."

Lu Qingyan admitted defeat, stood up, released her, and turned off the computer. He then picked her up horizontally and carried her into the bedroom.

Jiang Nanshu clutched his collar, nervous, "What, what are you doing?"

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Lu Qingyan, with a stern face, said, "With you like this, what else could I do?"

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

He placed her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and then took a set of clothes from the wardrobe in the bedroom and went straight into the bathroom.

She slept in a daze, feeling the dip on the side of the bed, and burrowed towards the warmth. A warm, large palm lay on her abdomen, reducing her pain.

The lights were turned off. Only then did Jiang Nanshu open her eyes, inexplicably, she didn’t want to see Lu Qingyan’s gentle face.

In the darkness, she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Ah Yan."

"Hmm? You still haven’t slept?" Lu Qingyan responded.