Feathers lightly brushed across the tender palm, initially it was so ticklish that it was unbearable, but gradually, it grew into a comfortable sensation.
Therefore, Ye Xian went from struggling and resisting at first to gradually calming down, until her voice completely disappeared.
Bo Tingshen saw that she had become quiet and slightly lifted her delicate little face, noting that the youth's eyes were slightly closed, her long lashes quivering, breathing evenly, she had fallen asleep.
Such a lazy cat, to be able to sleep like this.
The man set down the feather.
In her drowsy state, Ye Xian felt as though she was being spread out like a pancake, with a warm cushion beneath her head.
She turned her face slightly, adjusting to a comfortable position, and instinctively hugged the 'bedhead' teddy bear.
