"Move what away?"
Sang Qian blinked in confusion. Last night she had clearly slept next to the edge of the bed, so why was she so close to Ji Chengzhou now?
Looking down, she realized that she was clinging to Ji Chengzhou like an octopus, her arms wrapped tightly around his slender waist, and one leg bent across his abdomen.
Her chaotic thoughts suddenly cleared.
She abruptly sat up on the bed, "How... how could this happen?"
Ji Chengzhou swept a cold gaze over her, "You're asking me?"
"I... It must have been too cold last night. I didn't have a blanket, so I must have unconsciously moved closer to you. When you were unconscious before, we slept together, but I've never held you like this in my sleep."
"It sounds like you're quite regretful?"
Was that what she meant?
"I just want to tell you, it wasn't intentional."
