The next morning, when Song Xiaodong woke up, he saw Song Xiaodong looking at him with a tilted head, a somewhat strange gleam in his eyes.
Song Xiaodong immediately felt his hand was placed where it shouldn't be and panicked, saying hastily, "Sis, I..."
Surprisingly, Song Xiaoru reacted very calmly, with only a slight reprimand in her tone, "You, always so restless with your hands and feet, you've been like this since you were small."
Seeing that Song Xiaoru wasn't angry, Song Xiaodong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Sorry, I didn't know where to put my hand once I fell asleep."
"You've touched enough when you were younger, haven't you?" Song Xiaoru gave Song Xiaodong a look and then cuddled into his embrace a bit more saying, "We don't need to get up so early today. I have a meeting at 9:30, and the venue is nearby; we'll have enough time even if we get up at eight."
Song Xiaodong uttered an "Oh" and said, "I'll... go to the bathroom first."
