1392 Come to My Place Tonight. You Don’t Need to Go Back to Yours if You Don’t Want to…

He pulled Jiang Yuning’s hand away from himself, then moved to the other side of the bed to avoid him.

Jiang Yuning moved closer to him, complaining, “Xi, why don’t you lean on me tonight?”

Mo Liuxi had goosebumps.

Judging by the words that came out of Jiang Yuning’s mouth, he and Nian Xi had slept together long ago. They had even gotten used to sleeping with each other. It was absurd for Nian Junting to keep such a strict watch over them. If only he knew the truth!

Mo Liuxi had reached the limit of his endurance. He took his phone out from the nightstand drawer, then turned on a lamp, took a picture and sent it to Yan Su along with a message—’A guy is trying to flirt with me and touch me in the middle of the night. I’m almost falling off the bed. I can’t sleep.’

The next morning, Yan Su picked up her phone to find a few WeChat messages from Mo Liuxi.

At midnight, he messaged—’I can’t sleep.’

At three o’clock in the morning, he sent her another message—’I really, really can’t sleep.’

…

Eight o’clock in the evening. The shooting of the Asian King of Singing was about to start.

Nian Junting and his family sat in the second row, which was about eight meters from the stage.

Ten minutes before the contest started, the audience behind them began to have intense discussions.

“I heard someone would be eliminated today. I wonder who’s gonna leave this time.”

“I don’t care. As long as it’s not Yan Su.”

“You’re right. She’s the prettiest among all the contestants this season. If she leaves, the show won’t be nearly as good.”

Hearing what those people said, Luosang felt so happy to be a friend of Yan Su.

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Ten minutes later, the contestants each gave an opening show in succession. Every singer was outstanding. Luosang and her family lost themselves in their beautiful music and voices.