Midnight.
Xiang Xiaotong curled up under the covers like a kitten, her little hand clutching Song He's pajamas. Her breathing was even, and she slept soundly.
Song He kept his eyes closed for a long time before finally opening them. His eyes shone brightly, without a trace of drowsiness.
He lowered his head and glanced at the fair, delicate face in his arms. His eyes widened even further, and he hurriedly tilted his head back to look at the stars outside the window.
Torture.
Top-tier torture!
It felt like a dog had gone hungry for more than a decade, only for a succulent slab of meat prepared by a top chef to suddenly be placed in front of its face. The rich aroma drilled fiercely into its nose, making the ravenous creature gnaw itself bloody in desperation. Its drool could drown it, yet it still couldn't open its mouth to lick even once.
It hurt. It really hurt!
He had been exhausted from everything that happened last night, so he could still fall asleep after tossing and turning for a while. But today, he wasn't nearly as tired. He truly couldn't sleep.
Song He could only stare fixedly at the stars outside the window, desperately trying to think about other things to distract himself.
After a while, the Hodge Conjecture surfaced in his mind. He was just about to circulate his mathematical cultivation technique to suppress the wicked fire in his heart when, as soon as he began calculating, something unexpected happened.
"Honey..." Xiang Xiaotong murmured softly, seemingly talking in her sleep.
As she spoke, she pressed her face against her boyfriend, her little hand brushing against Song He like a cat's paw.
Then she fell soundly asleep again. Her breathing became even, and she made no further movement.
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