Ou Mingxuan held her tightly: "No, if you leave, I'll wake up."
Qin Mengying: "…Aren't you already awake?"
Ou Mingxuan: "No, I'm asleep."
Qin Mengying: "…"
Alright! Talking nonsense with your eyes closed, it's indeed natural.
With soft warmth and fragrance in his arms, Ou Mingxuan naturally couldn't resist staying awake for long, soon couldn't help but reach out with his mischievous hand.
Qin Mengying tried hard to fall asleep, because sleeping would avoid the awkwardness, but the hand on her waist moved from a small area to an increasingly aggressive range, making it impossible for her to ignore.
Finally, when someone's hand finished exploring up top and started moving further downward, Qin Mengying couldn't take it anymore and shouted: "Ou Mingxuan!!!"
"Hmm?" Ou Mingxuan looked at her innocently.
"Weren't you going to sleep? What are you doing?" Qin Mengying asked with patience.
