Xiaowu's black hair had already intoxicated Tang San, not to mention when it was combined with her innate delicate fragrance. At that moment, lying beside Xiaowu, Tang San felt a slight warmth throughout his body. Although he kept telling himself to fall asleep quickly, the more he thought about it, the more alert he became, without a hint of sleepiness.
Ning Rongrong was snuggled up close to Xiaowu on her other side. She leaned in to Xiaowu's ear and whispered with a giggle, "Xiaowu, why do I feel like you're so nervous? What's there to be nervous about when you're beside your own brother? Should we swap places?"
Xiaowu pinched Ning Rongrong's thigh irritably, "Stop it, I won't swap."
Ning Rongrong laughed out loud and said, "I knew you wouldn't let go. Hurry up, move away from me, you're squeezing me so much I can't even turn over." As she spoke, Ning Rongrong deliberately turned her back.
Xiaowu let out a low exclamation, her body unavoidably bumping into Tang San's.
