As Yan Lin was lost in thought, he suddenly heard rustling noises.
Frowning, he looked up and saw a blurred figure approaching him before voluntarily climbing onto his bed.
He: "..."
After lying down, Chu Baihan kept burrowing into his arms like a cat, persistent in her efforts.
Feeling the softness in his embrace and the faint pleasant scent of herbs on her, Yan Lin's face couldn't hide his awkwardness and stiffness.
"Chu Baihan." He gritted his teeth, truly suspecting that she was pretending to sleep.
He had tried several times to toss her off the bed, but to his surprise, she actually had the fortitude to climb back up again.
In the end, he had grown somewhat weary and could only scowl and let her have her way.
...
The next morning, when Chu Baihan woke up, she found herself lying in bed, and her heart sank heavily.
What on earth had she done last night?
Could it be that her somnambulism had acted up again?
She patted her head, looking very annoyed.
