"Can I... not take it off..." Gu Yu looked at Tang Yuran, his voice strained as he asked her.
"No." Tang Yuran shook her head seriously.
"Then, can I just take off my top??" Gu Yu felt like he was about to cry.
"Um..." Tang Yuran frowned, appearing to consider for a long time before reluctantly nodding, "Alright, just take off your top then..."
Gu Yu inexplicably felt a sense of relief. He quickly took off his white T-shirt and asked Tang Yuran with a hint of red on his cheeks, "Is this okay??"
"It's okay..." Tang Yuran's face, which was very serious a second ago, burst into a smile the next.
Gu Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Come up here!" Tang Yuran patted the space next to her and cheerfully said to Gu Yu.
Gu Yu let out a soft sigh, wearing only a pair of jeans, he lifted the blanket slightly and climbed in.
However, as soon as he got under the covers, a pair of smooth arms directly climbed onto his chest.
Tang Yuran flipped over and pressed herself against him.
