song qincheng's body was a little stiff. this embrace was different from the two nights they had been together. it seemed casual and ordinary, but it gave her the illusion that the two of them who were lying on the same bed late at night had a very deep and harmonious relationship.
"still not sleeping?" yu tingchuan spoke in the dark.
song qincheng was so close to him that she could hear his voice coming out of his chest. through his pajamas, the feeling was even clearer. she found a random excuse and said, " "maybe i don't know how to sleep on this bed, so i'm not used to it ... you should sleep."
for a moment, song qincheng had almost brought up her grandmother to him, but her desire to tell him was no match for her rationality.
there were some things that even though she had already gotten her wish, she was very clear about her own worth.
