"Little Shan, haven't you slept yet, were you waiting for me?"
Sun Youyou took it further and boldly sat on the edge of the bed, smiling tenderly at Zhang Xiaoshan.
Nineteen-year-old skin, pale and rosy, delicate as if it could break with a blow.
He was somewhat unsure what Sun Youyou really intended to do.
Was it because of that moment in the kitchen when he had pushed her away, and she was not willing to let it go?
"Youyou, it's getting late, you should go back to sleep."
"It's not right for a young man and woman to be together alone so late at night."
"What, Little Shan, are you afraid I'm going to take advantage of you?"
With a playful smile, Sun Youyou looked at Zhang Xiaoshan while sliding her hand under his blanket.
Zhang Xiaoshan's pants had already been taken off, shocking him into hugging the blanket and shifting to the other side.
"Youyou, don't mess around, if Teacher Zhou comes back, I won't be able to explain."
"Giggle, giggle…"
