Sitting by the window, they admired the deep mountain moonlit night for a while. As the night grew darker, the two lay down on the bed in their clothes.
Of course, being in a haunted house, they couldn't do anything but close their eyes and rest, planning to sleep through the night.
The moon rose to its zenith, and the night neared midnight.
Lu Zheng was smelling the fragrance of Liu Qingyan beside him. Their hands played games under the blanket, entangling with each other.
You pinch me, I squeeze you, sometimes forming a circle, sometimes a twist.
"Eh?"
Lu Zheng sniffed, and suddenly caught a hint of calming incense's aroma.
"Is this meant to help us fall into a deep sleep quickly?" Lu Zheng instinctively looked at the door, from which strands of fragrance were drifting in, "Is the service at this haunted house so considerate?"
