Mo Tingshen's lips curled slightly, but that concealed hint of a smile didn't show.
He bent down, acting like he was going to pick her up, "Hold on yourself."
Chu Yao skillfully wrapped her arms around his neck.
Mo Tingshen pulled her into his embrace, and after putting her down, he supported her back, stuffing two pillows behind her.
He went to the wardrobe himself, took out a spare pillow, casually applied a pillowcase, placed it beside her, took off his jacket, and lay down.
Chu Yao shared half of the quilt with him.
She couldn't fall asleep; she played on her phone. Initially, she felt quite considerate, knowing to put on the earphones, but after a while, her ears started hurting. Thinking she was the patient here, why accommodate others, she took the earphones off. Sneaked a peek at Mo Tingshen; his eyes were closed; he should be asleep.
So, she guiltlessly turned up the volume a bit.
Soon, Mo Tingshen heard the sound from her phone:
"Start start start, and this!"
