They went to bed very late. Lin Qiao slept inside, leaving half the bed for Song Tingfan, covering him with the blanket. She yawned as she turned around and soon fell asleep.
After a long while, the young man lying on his back gently turned sideways to face her. Even though it was pitch black, his mouth curved into a slight smile, and he gently tugged at the blanket between them.
Early the next morning, Lin Qiao turned around, facing the magnified face of the villain, and was startled wide awake.
She quickly relaxed, realizing this was the villain from his youth.
She sighed softly; if this happened a few more times, she'd probably be scared to death.
Just as she was about to get up, the sleeping young man opened his eyes, blurry and husky from just waking, and called out, "Sister-in-law."
"Mm, little uncle, you need to get up and get going back." Lin Qiao lifted the blanket and got out of bed from the foot, then skillfully twisted her hair into a bun.
