The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

But because Huo Mingheng still needed to resolve his father's affairs outside the country, he did not stay with Luo Liyan for long and returned there during dinner.

Luo Liyan had to go to class tomorrow, so she didn't focus on the game. She just put it aside and listened to the secret guard's report with her left ear in and the right out.

It was said that after dinner in the evening, Huo Zhenyi went out to Chuguan, the largest brothel in Beijing, mainly to meet a few people, not to mention girls, and he didn't even drink much wine.

From their descriptions, Luo Liyan could only learn that these people were not officials of the Sheng Dynasty.

After all, his behavior is too dissolute. If he is an official, at the feet of Kyoto, let alone fearing the emperor, at least the official's face must be maintained.

Therefore, those who dare to do this without hesitation can only be from Qi or Rong.

But no matter which country he was from, Luo Liyan didn't have time to think about it.

She had to catch up on her homework first. She had so much fun during the day. There was a paper for each subject. Even if she didn't need to think about each paper, it would take half an hour, a full 5 or 6 hours. Whether she could sleep on time tonight was a question. .

Luo Liyan tied her long hair behind her head with a pen, and the pen in her hand seemed to be flying away.

After finally finishing writing, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. She took a hasty shower, said good night to Huo Mingheng, and fell asleep on the bed like a dead pig.

Those purring sounds are small and sound very cute.

Huo Mingheng put the book in his hand aside and lay down, wanting to fall asleep. However, looking at the faint light hanging above his head, he couldn't fall asleep.

"Woo..."

In the picture, the little girl sleeping under the air-conditioned quilt suddenly groaned, then stretched out her legs, and the quilt was kicked open by her in half.

Huo Mingheng took a deep breath, endured it again and again, and sat up, then climbed to Luo Liyan's side from the window.

After gently pulling up the quilt for her, Huo Mingheng sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed and looked at the little face that was swollen from sleep, and reached out to poke it.

The soft touch made him smile happily. He was a little worried about whether to go back to sleep, but this time he gave up the idea completely.

Just sleep for an hour, just sleep next to her for an hour, and then he goes back to his own world.

Huo Mingheng thought in his heart, but finally failed to hold back the longing in his heart, and slowly lay down next to Luo Liyan.

He thought he would not be able to sleep, but after only a moment, he fell asleep.

And this time he slept very soundly and sweetly.

When he woke up again, it was already two hours later.

However, the clock on the wall showed that it was just over three o'clock. Huo Mingheng actually wanted to get up, but as soon as he moved, Luo Liyan's arms and hands were on his body.

His chest was pressed and he almost groaned, but luckily he held it back in the end.

After staring at Luo Liyan for a long time, he finally gave up the idea of ​​getting up early and went back, and decided to sleep with her for another hour.

This time he finally didn't oversleep, but when he woke up, he found that he was curled up in Luo Liyan's arms like a shrimp.

Moreover, his head was still buried in front of her. Such a touch made his shy little face instantly look like a burned monkey's butt. He rolled and crawled and fell directly to the ground.