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Yun Shuqian was so frightened that she closed her eyes, squeezed the corners of the quilt tightly with both hands, shrank her neck, and immediately became obedient.
Outside the balcony, the quiet and cool moonlight shone, revealing a soft light in the dim room. There was his slight snoring, and her small and cute breathing, entwining each other with the alluring warmth that had not been seen for a long time.
warm……
Yun Shuqian had a dream, dreaming that he was holding a little spring bear and rolling on a hillside covered with clover.
Her hair was caked with grass clippings, her clothes were scented with flowers, and she smiled very happily.
Little Bear said to her, Look!
Then she looked up and saw the azure sky in the distance, with cotton-like white clouds one after another. It was obviously not raining, but there was still a rainbow bridge across the sky.
She cheered and said it was so beautiful! So beautiful!
…
I slept extremely well this time.
When the first ray of light in the morning shone through the curtains into the room, Yun Shuqian woke up naturally.
She tightened the softness and warmth in her arms, buried her little face in it, and nuzzled her like a cat, feeling so comfortable that it seemed like flowers were blooming.
In a daze, he felt her small movements, and an arm on her back hugged her tighter.
It was only then that Yun Shuqian realized that there was an arm on his body.
When she opened her eyes, her posture was as bad as yesterday.
No, it's worse than yesterday!
Song Jiamu hasn't woken up yet, but she woke up first today because she was full of sleep and full of electricity.
Song Jiamu was also lying on his side, stretching out his long right arm to hug her delicate back. Her quilt also slid down. Like him, the quilt for both of them only covered her chest.
In order to facilitate understanding, you can first imagine Song Jiamu lying on the bed covered with a quilt, and then Yun Shuqian, wearing shorts at home, hugs him across his quilt, rubs her head on his chest, and clamps her long white legs around him.
Then there was another quilt covering her body lightly, probably in this posture.
Yun Shuqian, who was already awake, did not move, but her body gradually became tense, and her pretty face became visibly red.
Song Jiamu hadn't woken up yet, because she was leaning on his chest and could clearly hear his even heartbeat and low snoring.
The girl calmly retracted her legs from his waist, her movements were very gentle and slow, for fear of waking him up midway.
Then he took his arm back and carefully hid it back under the quilt.
Finally, she slowly adjusted her posture and moved her pretty face away from his warm, masculine chest.
After she finally faked the second scene, the situation changed from 'she dishonestly entangled him while sleeping' to 'he had evil intentions and used his dishonest hands to forcefully hug the girl against her will'.
In fact, it was very comfortable to be held by him like this, full of security, and so solid and warm that even though her upper body was not covered by a quilt, she didn't feel cold at all. The heat in his palms followed the frequency of her heartbeat and passed through her one after another.
The thin clothes penetrated the body.
So Yun Shuqian didn't wake him up.
She just enjoyed being held in his arms and sleeping openly, and then she could blatantly peek at this guy's sleeping face.
Fortunately, Song Jiamu was lying on his side and covered with a quilt, so she wouldn't see any strange tent.
As the room gradually became brighter, Song Jiamu woke up twenty minutes later.
He hadn't noticed that Yun Shuqian had woken up, and subconsciously hugged Wen Ruan in his arms...
"Is it comfortable to sleep with me all night?"
"..."
Song Jiamu's hand suddenly became stiff.
He opened his eyes and lowered his head slightly. Yun Shuqian was already awake. Her pretty face was crimson and her big eyes were bright, staring at him with shame and annoyance.