Song Yao had known Han Che for more than 10 years.
Song Yao had never thought that Han Che would be so shameless.
But it seemed to be better than usual.
"Well, it's late now. Go to sleep. You have to go to work tomorrow!"
Everything had been done. It was time to go to bed.
Han Che's arm was injured. After covering Han Che with the quilt, Song Yao fell asleep.
The next morning.
When Song Yao opened her eyes, she was shocked by the scene beside her.
Han Che, who should sleep on the small bed, was sleeping beside her now.
More importantly, the two of them hugged each other.
Her mind was a mess and she didn't know what had happened last night.
Considering that Han Che was injured, Song Yao couldn't move, so she carefully lifted the quilt little by little.
When Song Yao was about to stand up, she felt someone grab her hand behind her.
She turned around and saw that Han Che had woken up with a smile on his face.