The bed creaked a little as Yi Roujing turned over, her entire body now at the edge, half of it hanging off the bed. The padded jacket on her had already fallen to the floor, so Ding Ancheng immediately moved over and pulled her back.
No wonder she glared at me before going to sleep. What kind of sleeping posture is that?
Ding Ancheng carefully got up, moving himself to the outer side of the bed, giving Yi Roujing the inner side against the wall, and generously draping most of the quilt over her.
Then he felt the familiar treatment he received last time – her hand pressing against him or her leg flung over his, but this time, without the quilt in between.
In the end, Ding Ancheng couldn't take it anymore. He sat up, picked up the padded jacket, wrapped Yi Roujing in it, and covered her with a quilt. Of course, the final result was that Yi Roujing, wrapped in the jacket, sweetly ended up in Ding Ancheng's arms.
