She tossed the sundry sounds in her hand onto the bedside table, turned off her lamp, and crawled into the blanket.
Ever since Nan Sichen insisted on holding her while sleeping last time, they have been sharing one blanket. Almost every night, Nan Sichen would be holding her in his arms as they fell asleep.
Nan Sichen glanced at her, his gaze burning. He placed his magazine on the bedside table and turned off his light.
He drew Qin Yin into his arms, his body tightly against hers. A warm current flowed from him to her, making her feel cozier.
Listening to his steady breathing and powerful heartbeat, Qin Yin eventually turned around, propped herself up, and patted Nan Sichen, "Ai, Nan Sichen, I, I really didn't sell the design, do you believe me?"
Nan Sichen didn't respond for a long time, so Qin Yin lightly tapped him again, "Are you asleep?"
Did he fall asleep that quickly?
