"Is it really just the two of us in my room?" Shen Mochen suddenly asked again.
"At least when I'm awake, it is," Xiao Xingshuang said, peeling a longan, her head lowered.
Hearing Xiao Xingshuang say this, Shen Mochen felt somewhat relieved, but he still had some doubts, as he always felt something was off.
He remembered that he seemed to be embraced by a girl, who was fragrant and soft, and seemed to have a head of black long hair.
"Were you hugging me while sleeping?" Shen Mochen asked again.
"If you like it that way, I can do it next time," Xiao Xingshuang said expressionlessly.
Ah, forget it, it must have just been a muddled dream.
Right now, besides Shen Mochen and Xiao Xingshuang, there were only Xia Qingrou and Liu Chaoyan in the dormitory—the former goes without saying, and the latter was absolutely impossible to have climbed into his bed.
If there was a third person in his bed, it would be a horrifying supernatural event!
