The saying "trust a man's words and a sow could climb a tree" has proven to be wrong.
Lin Tian said yesterday they would only sleep, and indeed it was just sleeping—unless the few times he touched Liou Qingcheng's cute butt count.
Watching Liou Qingcheng curled up by his chest, quietly snoring like a kitten, Lin Tian can't help but think of the story of "a beast and one not even worthy of being a beast."
Lin Tian thought: "If Qingcheng wakes up and finds out I did nothing, would she slap herself and call me worse than a beast, just like the woman in that story?"
Should I be a beast, or worse than a beast?
Unable to figure out an answer, Lin Tian picked up his phone to check the time; it was already seven o'clock.
He gently got up, adjusted the open part of Liou Qingcheng's nightgown around her chest, took a picture of her at her peaceful and slightly mischievous state, and finally headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.
