Suddenly thinking that the person I cherish is right beneath me, what should I do if I'm too excited to sleep? Jia Xitong crawled out from under the covers, her eyes wide open, staring brightly at Shang Yanting.
Even though he has only one chin, the chin is so handsome!
Oh, his Adam's apple is so sexy!
Oh, he also has collarbones!
Oh, his chest muscles are so firm...
Shang Yanting is a light sleeper. Even if he weren't, under such intense scrutiny, there's no way he could sleep.
He opened his eyes to see Little Raccoon's passionate gaze.
He glanced out the window; outside, it was still dark. "What's wrong?"
"Dear Host, I really like you." Jia Xitong confessed passionately.
"Mm."
Shang Yanting responded tenderly, a trace of loneliness passing by his eye—
Unfortunately, it's the kind of affection that a family member has.
"Sleep."
With one hand he supported the Little Raccoon's chubby rear, the other gently patting her back.
A dear host who doesn't understand romance.
