Wang Dahai received a text message, hesitated for a few seconds, but still came over.
He was wearing boxer shorts, fumbling in the dark.
The door to the room was not closed, he walked in and saw movement on the bed, and knew that no one was asleep.
He walked over, just about to speak, when Ning Mei said, "Close the door."
He turned around and closed the door.
Coming back, Ning Mei had already opened the blanket, patted the middle spot: "Get up here."
Wang Dahai didn't know what he was feeling at the time, he was worried that Jiang Yiren would be angry, but he didn't have a better way.
He could only bite the bullet, climb onto the bed, and lie in the middle.
As soon as he lay down, he could feel that Jiang Yiren's body seemed to tense up.
She was lying down.
Eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.
But her somewhat disordered breathing betrayed her current mood.
Ning Mei didn't speak, but buried her head under the blanket.
