Ji Yanche lowered his head bit by bit, softening his breath.
"Mmm..." Ruge suddenly frowned, as if sleeping in this position was uncomfortable.
She turned over, directly resting on Ji Yanche's thigh, in a daze, she seemed to glance up at him, "Ji Yanche, what are you doing?"
"Cough." Ji Yanche quickly sat up straight, looking elsewhere, "No-nothing, just keep sleeping."
Ruge was really muddled with sleep, and that sentence was more like sleep talk. Before Ji Yanche could answer her, she had already fallen back asleep.
She lay on Ji Yanche's thigh, even stretched out her legs.
With the air conditioner on, the temperature was suitable.
Ji Yanche took off his coat and draped it over Ruge.
He just quietly accompanied her like this.
The next day.
When Ruge woke up, she felt this "pillow" seemed more comfortable than usual...
Wait a minute, this doesn't seem like a pillow!
Ruge immediately sat up, and looked down to see Ji Yanche's coat draped over her.
