Cheng Yue heard what Zhang Yang said, stood up directly, grabbed the blanket, and shook it to cover Xia Xue's body.
"Alright, let's sleep."
Zhang Yang looked at Cheng Yue's action and couldn't help but laugh and cry, "You're actually quite nice."
But Zhang Yang also noticed that after the night's tumult, both Xia Xue and Cheng Yue seemed very tired, so he compromised, "Let's just sleep like this."
Zhang Yang thought that, but he couldn't fall asleep.
Three people, sleeping in one blanket.
Cheng Yue, on his left, was hugging him tightly like an octopus.
Xia Xue, on his right, had already fallen into a deep sleep, but her body was still pressed against him, and at this moment, her back was turned towards him, her butt just pressing on his hand.
The limp sensation made Zhang Yang involuntarily move his fingers, to which Xia Xue showed no reaction.
And both Cheng Yue and Xia Xue were wearing a nightgown, very thin ones.
