Song Qingshu froze for a moment, then quickly reacted. "Then I won't leave."
Now it was Shen Biqun's turn to be dumbfounded. She had thought he would at least put on a show and pretend to decline, allowing her to decide whether she truly wanted him to stay. Instead, he agreed outright, rendering all her prepared arguments useless.
"I was only... only letting you stay the night. Don't... don't get the wrong idea," Shen Biqun hurriedly explained.
Song Qingshu smiled happily. "I know. We're just sleeping."
Shen Biqun blushed, sensing an ambiguity in his words, and hastily added, "The purely sleeping kind."
"Is there some other kind of sleeping?" Song Qingshu smiled even more broadly.
Shen Biqun had clearly already bathed, yet her face was still flushed as though rouge had been applied to it. Not knowing how to answer, she simply turned over and faced away from him.
Looking at the incomparably lovely curves of her back, Song Qingshu silently praised her before slipping beneath the covers as well.
Shen Biqun was so nervous that she could not speak. The entire room sank into an ambiguous silence, broken only by faintly uneven breathing.
After an unknown length of time, Shen Biqun's trembling voice sounded in the room. "You said we were just sleeping."
"I'm only holding you. The weather's getting cold; it's warmer to sleep while holding each other," Song Qingshu replied naturally.
Shen Biqun pressed her lips together and ultimately said nothing more.
After a while, Shen Biqun finally could not resist asking, "Then why did you start... start untying my skirt?"
"Don't you take off your clothes to sleep? Scientific research shows that the less one wears while sleeping, the better one rests," Song Qingshu answered with the same grave expression.
Shen Biqun: "..."
After another while,