The night wind poured in through the cracks in the window shutters.
Su Li's breathing was exceptionally steady. Elena occasionally let out a soft hum, shifting her position on Su Li's chest. That vast expanse of snowy whiteness swayed with her, pressing into an even more deadly curve.
As Saina watched, half her anger faded.
Not because she had thought it through, but because she was sleepy.
After all, she had the body of a sixteen-year-old. She had spent the whole day moving things with Su Li, then tossed and turned all night. She truly could not hold on any longer.
Saina yawned.
Torn with indecision, she looked at the empty spot on the left, then at Su Li's left arm.
That arm was empty.
Saina hesitated for several seconds.
Forget it.
She carefully shifted back and lay down again on Su Li's left.
Rather than climbing all over him like Elena, she very cautiously nudged her head into the crook of Su Li's arm, then reached out and wrapped an arm around his waist.
As her fingers circled around, they touched Elena's fingers.
The two hands brushed against each other at Su Li's waist, and Saina instinctively pulled back.
Two seconds later, she reached over again.
This time, she did not pull back.
She clutched Su Li's waist in a death grip, threading her fingers straight through the gaps between Elena's fingers and claiming that little patch of territory.
You take the top, I'll take the side.
May the best woman win.
Saina pressed her face to Su Li's shoulder and closed her eyes.
The mingled scent of rust and soapberry on Su Li drifted into her nose, so familiar it put her at ease.
She had smelled this scent for several lifetimes.
No matter how many women appeared