Otherwise, given Wen Xiangyang's sleeping habits, Mu Lingqian might struggle to get sleep, suppress his manly desires, or he might even mistake her for an enemy and engage physically.
Mu Lingqian moved her a bit, Wen Xiangyang grunted and tightened her grip around his neck, treating him like a warm and oversized body pillow.
Helpless, Mu Lingqian frowned, set aside his newspaper, lifted Wen Xiangyang, took her back to her room, and placed her on the bed.
Feeling the bed, Wen Xiangyang let go of her grip on Mu Lingqian's neck, probably because it was uncomfortable to cling to something while suspended in the air. She rolled over on the bed, grabbed the blanket, and curled up like a tree kangaroo.
Mu Lingqian stood by the bed, looking at her bundle herself up and sleep.
He had no choice but to bend over and pull at her blanket.
However, Wen Xiangyang, like a dog guarding food, fiercely held onto the blanket and wouldn't let Mu Lingqian take it.