The next morning, which was a Sunday morning, Dubian Che finished his run and returned to the warmth of the bedding to continue sleeping.
As soon as he lay down, Jiutiao Meijie crawled over and clung to him like a koala with all four limbs.
A little while later, she climbed atop him.
She wrapped her arms tightly around Dubian Che's neck, her tender and smooth skin pressing against his face.
Such a disastrous sleeping position was a display of affection entirely different from the usually composed Jiutiao Meijie when awake.
Every time Dubian Che mentioned this to her, she would scoff and say, "Don't pin the things I do in my sleep on me, missy."
If Dubian Che pressed further, her gaze would turn to a 'get wise, unless you wish to die' kind of look.
Jiutiao Meijie lay on top of him, his hands resting on her slender waist.
Occasionally, his hands would move up, tenderly stroking her back; sometimes, they would drift down, greedily kneading her soft, snow-white buttocks.
