"You sleep here."
After bringing Firefly into the room, Clara pointed to the large sofa inside.
"Alright, time to sleep. I'm tired."
Clara let out a weary yawn and prepared to return to bed to resume her slumber.
"W-wait… wait a moment."
Seeing this, Firefly's mind raced furiously as she quickly called out to stop Clara.
"Um… is there… a blanket?"
"I, I can't… can't sleep without one."
Under Clara's puzzled gaze, Firefly forced down her conscience and uttered a line that went completely against her true feelings.
"Then just don't sleep. Lie on the sofa and scroll through your phone all night."
Clara paid no heed to Firefly. She lay down on the bed, pulled up the covers, and closed her eyes.
"Mmm…"
Hearing this, Firefly had no other choice. She could only lie down on the sofa, her eyes repeatedly darting toward Clara on the bed.
"Hmm… the sofa's so low, I can't see her…"
The sofa and the bed weren't at the same height, the sofa being relatively lower.
Even as Firefly kept shifting and adjusting her position, she couldn't catch a glimpse of Clara lying on the bed.
"Hmm… I suppose sleeping standing up isn't entirely out of the question either."
With that thought, Firefly propped herself up from the sofa, stood, and walked over to the bedside.
Looking at Clara lying there with her eyes closed, presenting a posture that seemed entirely at her mercy, a wave of excitement surged in Firefly's heart, and even her breathing became noticeably heavier.
Clara: …
"What do you think you're doing?"
Clara opened her eyes, looked at Firefly's flushed face before her, and asked with a tinge of unease in her heart.
"Do—"
"?"
"No, no, I… I just prefer sleeping standing up," Firefly stammered for a moment before hurriedly explaining.
Clara: …
"Don't worry, I'll just stand here and sleep. I won't disturb you," Firefly offered an awkward smile and waved her hand.
Clara: …
Is that really the issue here? Whether you'll disturb me or not?
Forget it, it doesn't matter. A little looking won't cause any trouble.
Clara closed her eyes again. After all, her whole body was covered by the blanket except for her head. A little looking wouldn't cost her any flesh.
"Hehe, Clara's so adorable."
Looking at Clara lying peacefully and serenely on the bed, Firefly couldn't help but break into a blissful, pervert-like grin.
"From every angle, Clara is truly perfect."
Firefly widened her eyes, carefully scrutinizing every contour of Clara's face, occasionally letting out soft giggles she herself wasn't even aware of.
"I say…"
"I don't know why you're laughing."
"But with you giggling like that, how am I supposed to sleep?"
Finally unable to bear the constant stream of laughter from Firefly, Clara sat up and shot her an annoyed look.
"Uh… was I… laughing…"
Seeing Clara's expression, Firefly scratched her head in embarrassment.
"What do you think?"
"Uh…" Firefly thought back and realized she had indeed laughed a few times unconsciously… "Sorry, sorry."
Once she confirmed it, Firefly bowed her head in apology.
"I promise I won't make noise. You should sleep now."
Clara: …
Hearing this, Clara felt a wave of helplessness in her heart and sighed.
Then she looked at the bed beneath her.
The bed was large, easily big enough for three or four people. The blanket was the same…
Clara cast a faint glance at Firefly, then shifted her body inward, leaving a large portion of the space for her.
"Don't sleep standing there anymore. The bed is big. Let's sleep together."
Having said that, Clara closed her eyes and lay back down.
"Really?"
Firefly caught the key phrase—"sleep together"—and instantly, her eyes brightened considerably.
"…"
Clara didn't answer Firefly's question. She turned on her side, presenting her back to Firefly.
"I'm coming!"
Without further question, Firefly took off her outer clothes and slipped under the covers.
"Hehe…"
"Hey! Why are you taking your clothes off?"
"Hehe, so fragrant… What do you take off for bed if not clothes?"
"Besides, I'm not taking everything off."
…
"I say…"
"The bed is this big. Why do you insist on crowding toward my side?"
On the large bed, feeling Firefly continuously inching closer from behind, Clara couldn't help but turn over and use her foot to nudge Firefly's body away a bit.
The bed was so big it could easily sleep four people.
But Firefly kept quietly sidling closer… It was hard for Clara not to think Firefly wanted to do something to her.
"Well… I'm… I'm cold."
Caught in the act and exposed by Clara, Firefly blushed for a moment but quickly suppressed it.
She put on a pitiful expression, looking at Clara, and even gave a few involuntary shivers, as if genuinely feeling the chill.
"You weren't cold walking through the snowfields in a skirt all day, so how is it that now, inside a house, under the covers for just a few minutes, you suddenly feel cold?"
"What, does your body decide whether to feel cold or not on its own?"
Clara held back the urge to say three specific words to Firefly and let out a cold laugh.
The room had heating, so feeling cold was completely out of the question.
Especially not under the blankets she had warmed up for dozens of minutes.
"What 'on its own'? I'm really cold."
Hearing this, Firefly's face flushed red, but she stubbornly insisted.
Then she slowly began moving closer to Clara again, her arms poised as if ready to pull Clara into a tight embrace and give her a good squeeze.
"Heh."
How could Firefly's movements escape Clara's notice? Taking in all her little actions, Clara once again gave a kick, sending Firefly's approaching body away.
"If you're cold, put on more clothes. What are you crowding toward me for?"
"You're down to just a few pieces of undergarments. If you're not cold, who would be?"
Clara gave another cold laugh. At this room temperature, even if a normal person were to run around naked, they wouldn't feel cold.
Then she kindly 'offered' Firefly a suggestion:
"Or take everything off and let your body heat warm up the blankets properly. Then you naturally won't feel cold."
Looking at Firefly's exposed, fragrant shoulders, Clara's mind couldn't help but wander, fantasizing about Firefly lying completely naked in the same bed as her…
Though Clara knew Firefly still had undergarments on, her mind kept drifting to that image.
The undergarments only covered the important areas, while most of her skin… was exposed…
Plus, there was the sensation when her foot touched Firefly's skin while nudging her away earlier.
Smooth, soft. Though it was just a fleeting moment, the feeling far surpassed that of the jade she had snatched from the company…
Mmm…
It's all Firefly's fault. What's with taking clothes off to sleep…
Clara couldn't help but complain internally. Since you've already stripped down this much, you might as well take everything off…
"Then… then I'll take… take everything off…"
As if sensing Clara's thoughts, Firefly pursed her lips, thought for a moment, then her gaze gradually turned resolute, as if she had made some important decision in her heart.
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