Ling Yin's mood fluctuated for two seconds before she took out her phone and forwarded a reply: [Sleep, good night.]
At this point, both people had already put down their phones and closed their eyes.
Two hours passed, and Hua Hua seemed to have really fallen asleep, but Ling Yin couldn't sleep at all. In the darkness, her hand couldn't help but touch his face lightly, careful not to wake him. Unable to resist, she took out her phone, aimed the camera at the two faces sharing a pillow, and recorded this historic moment with the sound off.
Ling Yin noticed Hua Hua was really thin. Not the kind of thin that lacked beauty, though. His thinness was very evenly distributed, with a thin layer of muscle that didn't feel like a woman's softness or a man's sturdiness. The indescribable texture was particularly attractive.
Thinking about this made Ling Yin feel parched, and after a moment, she hurriedly looked away, yet couldn't help but pull Hua Hua closer to her.
