The curtains were drawn, but there was always a gap between them that couldn't be completely closed.
A sliver of light slanted across the center of the blanket.
The still blanket stirred slightly, as if a fox's tail were wagging inside.
Han Wenwen asked in a low voice, "Zhengran? Isn't it uncomfortable sleeping in your pants?"
Lin Zhengran had closed his eyes the moment the lights went out. "It's fine."
Han Wenwen retorted, "How can it be fine? It's so uncomfortable sleeping in pants, right?"
Lin Zhengran didn't say anything.
Han Wenwen lowered her voice. "Zhengran? Why aren't you talking?"
Lin Zhengran still didn't say anything.
"Zhengran~ Say something..."
Speechless, Lin Zhengran opened his eyes and peered at the enthusiastic Han Wenwen in the darkness.
"What are you trying to do? You think I can sleep here without any pants on? It's a good thing this is reality. If this were one of those novels you're always reading, the book would get banned if I didn't wear pants."
