"What's not allowed? I won't eat you. If you want to sleep or not, you can go sleep on the floor." Feeling really tired, Han Che waved his hand and turned over, taking up the small vacant space.
Go, that savage sleeping posture, both arrogant and lazy, actually blended together harmoniously.
But Yue Ya'er was not in the mood to appreciate his seductive sleeping posture at the moment, as his last words were lingering in her mind.
