Ding Yingying quickly grasped the meaning of Su Wen's words.
When she woke up the next morning, Ding Yingying couldn't help but recall last night's events as she looked at the chaotic and damp scene on the neighboring bed, feeling both a sweet sensation in her heart and a slight unease.
She turned her head to look at Su Wen's sleeping face and couldn't resist giving him a small kiss before quietly getting up to pack their things.
How could Su Wen not wake up when a full-grown girl was sneaking out of his embrace?
He pulled Ding Yingying back under the covers and, holding her warm body, dozed off again.
For some reason, enveloped in Su Wen's embrace, Ding Yingying's slight unease completely dissipated, and she fell back to sleep with a purely sweet feeling.
By the time the two fully regained their strength and woke up, the sun was almost shining on their behinds.
"It's eleven?" Su Wen looked at the time on his phone and immediately jumped up.
