Feng Huaijin's body stiffened slightly, starting from the wrist grasped by Su Li's jade-like hand, and blushed as it spread all over.
Half of Su Li's face was buried under the grey spring blanket, and she murmured softly, "Tuanzi, stop it."
Her small hand reached out to the center of the bed, seemingly because it couldn't find Tuanzi's small body.
Su Li rolled over in a daze, mumbling as if scolding a child, "Sleep quietly!"
Feng Huaijin looked down at Su Li's already asleep face, which was unusually beautiful.
"Su Li, I wasn't the one who initiated this."
...
The morning sunlight was gentle, warm without being scorching, and though it wasn't glaring, it made Su Li's eyes slightly uncomfortable.
Still in her dream, Su Li raised her hand to rub her eyes, which hurt from the light.
Su Li mumbled incoherently, "Tuanzi, don't make noise, let me sleep a bit more."
