The next morning, in Shen Ting's room.
On a two-meter-wide bed, Shen Ting clung tightly to Yan Yi with both arms and legs like an octopus.
Sunlight fell across the bed, as though draping the two of them in a thin veil of pale yellow.
Yan Yi opened his eyes and turned his head slightly. Shen Ting's soft cheek rested on his shoulder, and he still wore a smile, as though he were having a lovely dream.
Yan Yi chuckled and tried to move, but Shen Ting held his whole body tightly.
Yan Yi tried gently lifting his arm, but the moment he moved, Shen Ting's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes still closed.
Yan Yi gently lowered it, and Shen Ting's brows relaxed along with it.
Unsure, Yan Yi tried again and found the result exactly the same as the first time, as though he had triggered some magical switch.
In the end, Yan Yi relaxed on the bed, serving as a proper body pillow. What a sweet predicament!
It was almost eleven in the morning before Shen Ting blearily opened his eyes. The moment he did, he saw Yan Yi's handsome face. "Good morning~"
"Good morning." Yan Yi lifted his head slightly and gently kissed Shen Ting's forehead.
Just as they gazed lovingly at each other, a sudden knock came from the door. It was rather quiet; clearly, whoever was knocking had used very little force.
"Little Treasure, are you coming out for lunch? Would you like Mommy to bring it upstairs?" Mother Shen's voice was half amused and half worried.
"No need, Mommy. We're coming down now," Shen Ting hurriedly called out.
"All right." Outside the door, Mother Shen's footsteps grew fainter until they could no longer be heard.
"Why did your mother sound a little off?" Yan