"You want me to sleep on the floor while you hog the entire bed? I refuse to sleep on the floor."
Ye Chuyi pushed him hard to the side, then lay down on the bed, "Hmm, the beds in our hospital are quite comfortable."
Sheng Tingyuan's gaze moved away from his cellphone and landed on her.
Lying on her side with her back to him, her curves were startlingly exquisite. The hem of her pajamas had ridden up, revealing a slender waist with skin so fair it was tinged with a faint peach blush—very pleasing to the eye.
Sheng Tingyuan silently withdrew his gaze, pulled over the blanket, and covered her with it.
Ye Chuyi, however, took the blanket off, "I'm so hot, I don't need it."
Sheng Tingyuan looked at her pink-flushed face, shook his head, and said nothing more.
He got up to turn off the light, then lay back down on the bed, ready to rest.
In the darkness, rustling sounds of flipping sides came from beside him, and with each turn she made, a subtle fragrance wafted through the air.
