Although the sense of touch was off now—it was indirect, through the blanket.
He Qingyan held Gu Ran's hand and gently kneaded it.
The fiery warmth of that large hand delighted her immensely.
Gu Ran: "..."
No beating around the bush, he enjoyed it and even grabbed a bit eagerly.
It was rather large, as big as his own hand.
Knowing it was a dream, Su Qing still found the scene before her disconcerting.
She reached out to hold He Qingyan's blanket; Gu Ran immediately withdrew his hand.
"So protective of me even in a dream?" He Qingyan was now fully awake; her face, cold in sleep, now brimmed with a smile.
She ignored Su Qing, grabbed Gu Ran, and yanked him with force.
All of Gu Ran's focus was caught up in the kneading and pressing; distracted and shoeless, he was easily pulled by her.
He suddenly toppled onto both of them.
Su Qing exclaimed in surprise.
