This unspeakable height made Rong Heng's pupils quake for a moment.
At this moment, Rong Heng solidified his inner conviction—haha, he absolutely wouldn't let Gu Lan be on top.
Seeing Rong Heng's complex expression, Gu Lan pretended to just realize she had slept in the wrong bed.
With a calm face, she adjusted her pants: "I seem to have accidentally sleepwalked, Brother Hang, we're all men here, you don't mind, right?"
Rong Heng looked up, observing Gu Lan's calm demeanor: "I don't mind."
"That's good, I'll go now." Gu Lan breathed a slight sigh of relief, planning to slip away.
Just when Gu Lan thought, given the situation, Rong Heng would certainly no longer suspect her, Rong Heng suddenly approached again.
He went from supporting himself with his palm next to Gu Lan's face to supporting with his elbow, in an instant, leaving only a foot between them. Especially... their two legs awkwardly locked together.
"I don't mind your sleepwalking... but why are you facing me? Hmm?"
