As it turned out, the one who was tormented was himself.
At night, her true colors showed, revealing various sleeping positions in all their glory.
One moment, her hand slapped onto his face, and just as he had moved her hand back, her leg vigorously kicked him.
One leg wasn't enough; both legs joined in, and her toes actively burrowed into his flesh.
Hardly had he managed to gently kick her legs back when the next moment, her whole body arched over and snuggled up into his embrace...
Only then did this little woman quiet down.
Ye Yiheng's body stiffened.
He had held her in his arms many times, but he had never been actively lain on and embraced by her in bed.
Although she was asleep and not consciously active, it still counted as initiative.
Her forehead rested against his chest as if it could easily burn a hole through his inner clothes, reaching straight to his heart.
