Although they had been sleeping in the same room for days, it was the first time they were sleeping in the same bed.
Li Nuo glanced over, she had her eyes tightly closed and was gripping the quilt firmly.
This reminded him of the initial situation of sharing a bed with Jiaren.
At first, they progressed from separate beds to the same bed, from two quilts to one quilt, and from wearing clothes to not wearing clothes, all through a long period of time.
This time, the progress was equally slow, but it was always moving in the expected direction.
Li Nuo slowly closed his eyes.
Not long after, Song Yiren's eyes slowly opened.
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, a charming smile curved her lips.
Morning.
When Li Nuo woke up, only a faint fragrance remained by his side.
Yiren's quilt was neatly folded, and the sound of her practicing martial arts came from outside.
