"Alright, you pass."
"I passed?" Qiao Dongyang's gaze shimmered as his fingertips gently stroked her lips, lifting a meaningful smile, "So, can we sleep now?"
"Pervert!"
"Tsk! Thinking dirty again? I meant sleeping, pure sleeping. You at one end, me at the other, not even our toes touching..."
"..."
So descriptive.
Chi Yue laughed, then ducked under his arm at the doorway and flicked her hair as she passed by.
"Let's sleep then!"
...
The night deepened.
As Chi Yue crawled into bed, she braced herself in countless ways.
If he turned into a wolf and pounced, what should she do?
Should she punch him and send him flying, or just go along with half-push and half-acceptance...
Her mind cycled through scenarios, but in the end, she fell asleep, and he was well-behaved, exactly as he said, not even the tips of their toes touching.
...
When Qiao Dongyang's phone rang, Chi Yue was already dreaming of the God of Sleep.
