Song Xiaodong returned to his room, where Xiao Yingying immediately stretched out her arms and sweetly said, "Brother Dongzi, you're finally back. I've been anxiously waiting for you."
Her tender, pale arms reached out, revealing a smooth expanse of shoulder, hinting that she probably wasn't wearing much.
Song Xiaodong sat on the edge of the bed, took her hand, and put it down, asking, "Why haven't you slept yet?"
"I was waiting for you. It's not every day I get the chance to sleep with you, how could I possibly fall asleep?" Xiao Yingying held onto Song Xiaodong's hand and gently shook it, cooing, "Hurry up and get undressed and into bed."
Song Xiaodong couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. He responded, "What do you mean get undressed and into bed? You should rest properly in your current condition."
