Lin Ling did not finish his sentence, yanked the quilt, and rolled into a ball, "I'm going to sleep."
Children are indeed a special kind of creature; when they say they're going to sleep, they do. Not long after, Lin Ling squinted his eyes and fell asleep.
Lin Qiao was afraid he might overheat, so she pulled the quilt open a bit, then lay down beside him. At that moment, the bed dipped slightly.
She turned her head and saw Song Tingfan lying down. Before she could say anything, a big hand wrapped around her waist.
Lin Qiao: "..."
Seeing the man close his eyes contentedly, she slipped her hand under the quilt and pinched the hand on her waist.
The man acted as though he didn't feel pain, allowing her to pinch him without loosening his grip. She glared at him, but he couldn't see.
"..."
Is there something mentally wrong with the villain?
They remained in a stalemate for a long time, and soon she couldn't resist sleepiness and drifted off.
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The next day
