"Don't touch me..." Lin Shen hurriedly tried to dodge.
But Tian Xin's hand was too fast, and they were too close. Tian Xin caught a corner of the quilt, and as Lin Shen retreated, they suddenly ripped it apart.
"Don't touch what... Wrapped in a quilt in broad daylight... What the... Wha..." Tian Xin's eyes widened, staring at a certain usually unremarkable spot on Lin Shen's body that had pitched a surprising little tent.
Tian Xin's eyes went straight, and his words seemed to get stuck in his mouth.
Tian Xun, Lin Miao, Wei, and Yun were having breakfast when they saw Tian Xin come down from upstairs with a somewhat strange expression, as if he had suffered some kind of shock.
"It's still early, no rush. Let him sleep a bit more," said Tian Xun, thinking that Tian Xin was sulking because he hadn't been able to wake Lin Shen.
Tian Xin moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything and sat down to scarf down his meal.
