Xiaoling dreamt about sleeping in her warm quilt in her room, surrounded by the heater for extra warmth. It felt so cozy that she couldn't open her eyes. Suddenly, her warm and cozy dream world started to dissipate, and she felt something heavy on her stomach. She wasn't the type to sleep with extra pillows or plushies, so what was that?
She managed to open her eyes, despite being drowsy. She noticed a man, lying dead on her stomach, gasping right away and jolting to sit up.
The man woke up to the commotion and pulled his head up in confusion. The two looked at each other quietly, each processing what had happened.
Weisheng cleared his throat, "That's my bad. I thought I'd stay awake." He confessed.
Never in his wild dreams had he imagined falling asleep on her. It was embarrassing.
