But when you sleep early, you also wake up early. Sure enough, around three in the morning, Shi Nuan woke up.
But God knows, she didn't want to wake up herself; it was just that she inexplicably felt something clasped in her finger.
The coarse and hard feeling wasn't unfamiliar to Shi Nuan; she naturally knew what it was.
And Song Yansheng, surprisingly, was holding her small hand doing that kind of thing.
His breathing was somewhat heavy, it seemed he truly reached the limit of his endurance.
Shi Nuan bit her lip, feeling sorry for Song Yansheng; enduring for so long, it indeed wasn't easy.
But taking advantage of her while she slept was a bit...
Shi Nuan eventually resisted waking up, and she remained half-awake, half-asleep until everything was settled.
Afterwards, Shi Nuan could feel Song Yansheng wiping her hands with a tissue, pretending not to notice.
By the time Song Yansheng had finished and went back to sleep, Shi Nuan's face had turned as red as a tomato.
