Qing Jun, her thoughts exposed, wasn't angry. Instead, she went even further, pressing her face against Chen Ye's chest.
"Master is so warm..."
The little girl let out a comfortable sigh, her voice growing fainter,
"Much more comfortable than the Spirit Jade bed... hard and warm..."
After a while.
There came the sound of steady, long breaths from his embrace.
Chen Ye felt the dampness on his chest—no need to look to know, this rebellious disciple definitely drooled again.
He wanted to pull down this sticky "octopus," but as he touched her little head, his movement stopped.
Moonlight, spilled onto a corner of the bed.
Peaceful and harmonious.
Chen Ye looked at the Little Dragon Girl sleeping with limbs sprawled everywhere, and sighed helplessly.
This girl, is she faking it or not?
How can she sleep as soon as she touches the bed?
"Forget it. Just treat it as raising a big hand warmer."
