Before Lin Yichen could react, Ning Rongrong yanked him into the covers.
She clung to him tightly like an octopus.
Then she sniffed at his neck.
"Brother Lin, you smell so nice."
This wouldn't do!
Alarm bells went off in Lin Yichen's mind, and he hurriedly stretched his neck back.
Luckily, Ning Rongrong didn't understand anything. All she knew was that Lin Yichen smelled nice, and she wanted to be close to him.
As for any other thoughts...
That could wait until later.
"Rongrong, don't look at me like that."
Lin Yichen suddenly spoke, his tone somewhat unnatural.
"No, no. You're going off to compete again tomorrow. It'll be such a long, long time before you can keep me company again."
Lin Yichen choked on her words. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed it back. In the end, he merely sighed.
She was right. There was a competition tomorrow, another one the day after, and after the matches there would still be a pile of matters to handle. He truly would not have much time to spend with her.
But he couldn't just let her keep hugging him like this.
"Rongrong, listen to me."
He tried to remove her arms from around his waist, but she held on too tightly. He couldn't pry them loose; the more he pulled, the tighter she clung.
"I won't listen."
She buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled.
"You're leaving tomorrow anyway. What's wrong with letting me hug you for a while tonight?"
That tone finally carried a hint of the little witch's nature.
If she wanted something, she had to have it.
Helpless, Lin Yichen could only draw his arms in slightly and wrap them around Ning Rongrong.
She immediately brightened. Nestling against Lin Yichen's chest, she