The scenery had unexpectedly invaded his sight, Ye Yiheng held his breath, coughed lightly with his fist to his lips, and pulled the quilt over his stomach.
Leng Yu Yan carefully turned around and slowly withdrew her quilt, inch by inch she crept in.
Ye Yiheng furrowed his brows, leaned casually against the headboard, and gently tapped his knee with his slender fingers, watching her coolly.
This little woman usually moved briskly, but now she was as slow as a snail.
Leng Yu Yan backed against the wall, facing him sideways, and whispered, "You know, I've never fallen out of bed before."
"Oh, that's my good fortune."
His tone was very flat, as if he was very unwilling to drag his bed over to place it side by side with hers.
His reluctance made her breathe a sigh of relief.
Leng Yu Yan pulled the quilt to her chest and moved up to the headboard holding the quilt.
