Vaguely, Shen Jue seemed to hear Rong Qingqing muttering something.
"Your feet won't kick me, I can sleep here at ease, how nice."
Yes, once Shen Jue falls asleep, his feet don't move.
Even if he wants to turn over at night, he needs to sit up and move his legs to the other side; otherwise, the parts below his knees won't move.
Naturally, he couldn't possibly kick someone sleeping at the foot of his bed off.
Shen Jue couldn't describe the feeling those words from Rong Qingqing gave him.
Sour and astringent.
He didn't know if it was because of himself.
Or because of her.
Perhaps afraid of waking him, Rong Qingqing slept on the edge of the bed, curled up into a small ball.
The corner of his quilt puffed up like a tiny mountain.
Shen Jue could hear Rong Qingqing yawning.
Ten minutes later, from the end of the bed, came very soft, little snores.
It was probably caused by her poor sleeping posture.
