Usually, she sleeps after 10 pm, sometimes even later.
"I know it's only nine." Qiao Xiaon'an looked up at him, "But I'm a bit tired. I spent more than an hour playing baseball with my mom in the afternoon, only to discover she's surprisingly strong, even more so than me."
He intended to quietly listen, but she suddenly slipped out of his arms and lay on her own pillow.
Turning towards him, she grinned, "Amo, let's sleep, good night."
He too lay down, clinging against her. One arm reached beyond her head, embracing her shoulders and back, drawing her into his embrace.
His other hand had already begun to make mischievous moves under her nightgown.
"Amo, aren't we supposed to be sleeping?"
"Yeah, sleep."
She took his hand out of her clothes, "What are you doing, then?"
"There are several types of sleep." He reached back under again, "Sleeping with one's wife also counts."
"Amo!"
...
She had a dreamless night and slept very peacefully.
