Shen Yancheng bent down, reaching out his hand. As he leaned quite low, the side of his face brushed past Jiang Xiaorou's. My goodness, wasn't this a bit too much? What was he trying to do? Jiang Xiaorou was so frightened that her whole body tensed up, feeling almost breathless.
Shen Yancheng grabbed the blanket and gave it a tug upwards.
Oh!
It was then that Jiang Xiaorou realized, he was just covering Xuanxuan with the blanket, making her nervous for nothing. Shen Yancheng went to blow-dry his hair, and Jiang Xiaorou bolted out of bed at lightning speed, throwing Shen Yancheng's blanket onto the floor.
When Shen Yancheng came back and found the blanket on the floor, then glanced at the guilty-looking Jiang Xiaorou, he instantly understood—it meant he was supposed to sleep on the floor. Holding the blanket, Shen Yancheng walked towards the edge of the bed. His tall figure approached step by step, making Jiang Xiaorou anxious again.