Bo Yanching stared at her without blinking, the corners of his lips slightly curved, "My bed is very big, enough for you."
Nan Jiaojiao bit her lower lip, "Then will I crowd you?"
"You do toss and turn a bit while sleeping."
Nan Jiaojiao's eyelids drooped down.
She silently thought about getting off his bed.
Just as she pulled out one leg, she was suddenly grabbed by the ankle.
"But I've gotten used to it long ago."
Nan Jiaojiao slowly moved back, glanced at the distance, scooted down a bit more, then leaned her body down, her knee almost at her heart, her face very close to Bo Yanching's, and if he slightly lifted his forehead, they could touch.
She kept her head down like that, gently clutching his shoulder with her small hand, looking at him with tenderness, "I'll try to be more still, I won't sleep too deeply, I'll sleep lightly, or if I crowd you, you can shake me awake, okay?"
Bo Yanching paused for a moment, sensing her emotional unease, "Sweetie, what's wrong?"
