No Spicy, Only Sleepy

After dinner...

I stretch out on the couch, patting my stomach. "Ughh… I'm so full I could roll."

Jiang mimics me, flopping down beside me like a lazy noodle. "Grwaaah… me too."

I glance at him. "Hey, Jiang… you feel like sleeping?"

He shakes his head. "No. But I feel like laying!"

I smirk. "Same, same."

His silver eyes blink wide and hopeful. "We sleep together?"

I raise an eyebrow. "Yes. But just to be clear—no spicy bed scenes, alright? I'm letting you sleep beside me because I don't wanna take my eyes off you, not because we're about to do anything wild."

Jiang nods solemnly. "Understood. Only sleepy sleep."

He flops onto the bed face-first with a fwump, and I can't help but laugh.

"Sleepy sleep," he mumbles into the pillow, already making himself at home.