Zhou Yuwen found a blanket and covered both of them with it, then gently closed his eyes.
The moonlight was like water, and Zheng Yanyan lay honestly in Zhou Yuwen's arms.
As she looked at Zhou Yuwen's feigned sleep, she realized that she was falling for him more and more.
Just like a saying on the internet goes.
Liking is audacious.
Love is restraint.
Zhou Yuwen really did like her.
Otherwise.
In the blanket, the jewel-blue of Zhou Yuwen's pajama pants... was quietly standing there.
Pressing against Zheng Yanyan's thigh, ...
Zheng Yanyan wasn't ignorant, she knew that it must be quite uncomfortable to hold it in.
So she thought for a moment, ...
And asked Zhou Yuwen, "Isn't it uncomfortable?"
"A bit."
"Then why don't you sleep with me..." There was a hint of grievance in Zheng Yanyan's voice.
