Having experienced the previous occasions, Lin Qiao didn't struggle this time, she gently exerted some force to place her leg on the bed, leaving a small portion for her to lie on.
She seemed to be accustomed to taking naps at this hour; as soon as she closed her eyes, drowsiness engulfed her.
She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep when the woman next to her began to breathe lightly and evenly.
After a while, Song Tingfan slightly opened his eyes and looked down, only to see the woman's silky, jet-black hair, and his heart inexplicably softened.
His hand tightened slightly around her waist, and the woman probably found it uncomfortable to sleep on her stomach, moved her head and mumbled, "It's so hard, change it tomorrow."
Song Tingfan's eyebrows and eyes flashed with a smile, and he replied softly, "It can't be changed."
The response was the chirping of birds outside.
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