Shen Juncheng glanced back at her silhouette, a strange feeling suddenly emerging within him.
He coughed, dispelling that odd feeling, and reached up to remove the white gauze from his eyes, placing it on the bedside before turning around. The two lay back to back, sleeping.
Neither of them spoke.
After a while, Su An'an's nervousness couldn't resist the invitation from the god of dreams, and her eyelids grew heavy.
Shen Juncheng could hear her breathing gradually becoming calm, and only then did he turn his body and lie flat.
From the corner of his eye, he watched her thin silhouette curled up in a corner, and couldn't help but rub his brow.
Having lived so long, he'd never shared a bed with anyone, which somehow made him feel playful and now he couldn't sleep well.
Oh well, I won't tease her tomorrow.
He shifted the quilt towards her, only keeping a corner for himself, and closed his eyes to sleep.
~~
Over at the West Wing.
Long Hao and Shen Yong had not rested yet.
