The lights went out.
In the dark and silent room, Qiuqiu lay down completely.
The panda wondered if he should go sleep under the bed, but before he could come to a conclusion, Qiuqiu lifted the blanket and pulled him under.
Alright, sharing a bed was inevitable.
Just as Mo Si thought that was the end of it, a sinful hand suddenly reached toward his butt. His entire panda body tensed, his fur nearly standing on end. But this wasn't the end; it was only the beginning.
The hand slowly slid from his butt to his back, and then to his belly. She suddenly moved closer—very close. He could feel her leaning against him. The caress in the dark made him want to let out little squeaks. However, the hand's movements gradually slowed down, and the breathing in the room became steady and rhythmic. Everything grew light and shallow, and he held himself back.
He figured Qiuqiu needed to rest.
