Chu Yang and Han Qingqing embraced each other in sleep.
Han Qingqing slept especially sweetly.
Chu Yang had a dream, in which he dreamed of doing something embarrassing with Han Qingqing.
The next morning when he awoke, Han Qingqing was sprawled on top of Chu Yang like an octopus.
"Qingqing, wake up, it's dawn already, time to get up," Chu Yang gently shook Han Qingqing.
Han Qingqing opened her sleepy eyes, rubbed them, and her consciousness seemed a bit blurry, apparently still not fully awake: "Huh? It's already morning? How did it come so quickly!"
"I haven't slept enough yet!" Han Qingqing mumbled.
Chu Yang said, "We should get up quickly, we're going to the village committee to brew medicine for the villagers!"
"Alright!" Han Qingqing shook her head, trying to wake up her consciousness.
Once Han Qingqing's consciousness became clear, she realized something was off.
Her entire body was pressing down on Chu Yang's, her arms and legs clinging onto him like an octopus.
