Xiaowu's black hair already made Tang San feel intoxicated, not to mention the natural fragrance that came with it. Lying next to Xiaowu at the moment, Tang San only felt a slight heat all over his body. Although he kept telling himself to fall asleep quickly, the more he thought about it, the more awake he became, with not a hint of sleepiness.
Ning Rongrong was snuggled closely to Xiaowu on the other side. At this moment, she leaned over and whispered in Xiaowu's ear, "Xiaowu, why do I feel like you're so nervous? What's there to be nervous about being next to your brother? How about I switch places with you?"
Without much patience, Xiaowu pinched Ning Rongrong's thigh, "Annoying, no switching."
Ning Rongrong giggled and said, "I knew you couldn't bear to part. Quickly, don't stay so close to me, you're squishing me and I can't even turn over." As she spoke, Ning Rongrong deliberately turned her back.
Xiaowu gave a low exclamation, her body inevitably bumping into Tang San's.
