Early the next morning, sunlight spilled through a gap in the curtains into the luxurious master bedroom.
Li Wanyin was the first to wake. She had been woken by someone touching her.
Still half asleep, she felt a restless hand gently squeezing and scratching at her chest. A ticklish, embarrassing sensation washed over her. At first, she thought it was Chen Shi'an, and her heart had already started racing as she played dead without making a sound. But then something felt off. She opened her sleepy eyes and looked down.
Good grief! Wen Zhixia had her arms wrapped tightly around her waist like an octopus, her head buried against the back of her neck. That mischievous hand was none other than Zhizhi's, and Wen Zhixia was holding her so tightly that she could barely move.
"Mmm-" Li Wanyin blushed and shifted gently, trying to slip free.
Unlike her, Wen Zhixia, sandwiched in the middle, had been woken by the heat.
The girl felt as though she were trapped between heaters. Unable to stand the heat, she blearily opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Sister Wanyin's gentle, flushed face right before her.
Then she realized she was clinging tightly to Sister Wanyin, while another warm, soft body pressed firmly against her back. It was Lin Meng Qiu!
The Ice Block Spirit, who always kept her distance from others, was nothing like her usual cool self once she fell asleep. She was as dependent as a lazy kitten. Apparently mistaking her for a body pillow, she held her tightly from behind, her chin resting in the hair on top of her head as she slept soundly!
"Ah-"
Wen Zhixia instantly became much more awake.
W-what was going on?!
*When had Sister Wanyin and the Ice Block Spirit climbed into