There was nothing fancy or melodramatic about it. Get on the bed, lift the covers, lie down—Xia Xiaoxiao easily completed the process of crawling into bed.
Xu Qingfan's face was now less than three centimeters away from her lips, and his breath hitting her face felt reassuring.
Xia Xiaoxiao nestled her head into the corner of the pillow and quietly shifted her body inward, trying to get as close to Xu Qingfan as possible.
Under normal circumstances, she would have taken her time to quietly admire the sleeping mischief-maker, gently touching his eyelashes with the tip of her finger, as though teasing a shy mimosa pudica.
But now, she was too sleepy. Feeling Xu Qingfan's body warmth, her mind and body both tingled.
Xia Xiaoxiao didn't contemplate whether Xu Qingfan would spank her after waking up, nor did she think about what would happen if someone caught them like this—she just wanted to sleep, to sleep in Xu Qingfan's embrace.