What does it mean that having her as a hug pillow is enough? Ye Anhao doesn't want to be his hug pillow, alright?
But for some reason, Ye Anhao always felt that Ouyang Che's words had another layer of meaning, something she couldn't quite articulate. She thought, she must be overthinking it.
Perhaps it's because she had taken on several tutoring jobs, Ye Anhao hadn't been resting well these days. After counting a thousand sheep, she finally fell into a deep sleep.
The girl in his arms was breathing evenly, and Ouyang Che knew she was fast asleep. In the darkness, his sense of smell became unusually sharp, filled with a faint fragrance, not as strong as perfume, but a fresh scent that came from Ye Anhao's natural body fragrance.
