Chen Yang followed Yang Xuewei and closed the room's door behind him.
Yang Xuewei sat at the edge of the bed with her back to him, turned her head to glance, and whispered, "We're just sleeping, don't get any funny ideas."
"Don't worry, I won't do anything rash, I'll only do things seriously," he teased with a smile and then stripped off his clothes and pants and lay down on the bed.
Yang Xuewei, seeing his body, grabbed the blanket to cover him, her face blushing as she said, "I'm not ready yet, so don't think about it. And even thinking seriously is not allowed."
Chen Yang smiled and patted the space beside him, "Come on, Xue Wei, let's sleep."
Yang Xuewei bit her lip and crawled into the quilt awkwardly, covering her body and only revealing her head, as if she was frozen stiff, motionless.
Chen Yang slid his hand underneath Yang Xuewei's neck and around her shoulders, pulling her close to him.
