The rural morning, with chickens crowing and dogs barking, made it impossible for light sleepers to sleep in.
Qin Yanyang had woken up early. Her face was very red, she wished she could kick Yang Fei out of the bed with one foot.
Last time they had slept in the tent, Yang Fei had been very well-behaved, but for some reason, last night he had held her hand as they went to sleep, and soon became restless.
He had crossed a line when he turned over and embraced her.
At first, Qin Yanyang suspected that Yang Fei was doing it on purpose, pretending to be asleep while deliberately holding her, but then she realized that Yang Fei was deeply asleep.
With her perception, she was sure that Yang Fei was truly asleep and actually sleeping very peacefully.
So she didn't push him away, only blushing and somewhat nervously let him keep one arm around her.
Fortunately, aside from holding her, Yang Fei made no other moves.
