But even when she was asleep, she instinctively snuggled up to him, finding the most comfortable spot—resting her head on his shoulder, her arm dominantly draped over his waist. Originally, she wanted to wrap her legs around him like an octopus, but Bo Yan gently pushed them off.
In contrast to the beginning, she had an unruly look, with a "I'll never be a slave" attitude. Even though she gradually grew to like him later, some muscle memory couldn't be changed by a momentary rush of hormones. She would direct Bo Yan to do chores, but there was still a distance.
Now, she seemed to confirm a saying: he is an inescapable part of my life that I can't give up, so I'll just let him stay there.
For him, it was the same.
