Xie Yan raised his hand and pinched her earlobe with slender fingertips for a little fun.

Because of his raising his hand, the corner of the sweatshirt he was wearing was slightly rolled upwards, revealing half of his thin waist.

Liner's hand was held back by him and slowly fell down.

Soon, her palm was pressed against his waist, and her skin was tightly against her skin without any obstruction.

Xie Yan turned his head slightly, raised the hand on the outside of the sofa, and stroked his fingers along her waist to his spine. Even through a thin layer of clothing, the temperature and touch from his fingertips were extremely clear.

Lin Er was stunned for a moment and raised his head blankly.

Facing Xie Yan's sight.

Xie Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her. Perhaps because of the night, or perhaps because of the atmosphere, the curve of his peach blossom eyes became more and more ambiguous, as if the air around him was heating up.

Liner saw him curling the corners of his lips with a smile, and then asked her hoarsely: "Have you thought about it? I'm sure I'll squeeze with me, huh?"

His pronunciation was low and hoarse, and the ending sound was more ambiguous than the curve that appeared on his narrow eyes.

Liner: “…”

The hint in this sentence is too obvious, and it is difficult for Liner to not hear it.

After being silent for three seconds, Liner decisively pulled off the paw that was stroking along the arc of her spine before he spoke again, and then ran back to the bed without saying a word, and began to pretend to be a corpse without moving.

After several minutes, Lin Er heard Xie Yan laughing meaningfully, and then there was another rustling movement. He seemed to be standing up from the sofa with his elbows.

Lin Er quietly pulled the quilt up and covered his head without saying a word.

A thin layer of quilt could not block any sound, especially in this quiet night, Lin Er clearly heard Xie Yan's movement of getting up, and he seemed to have walked towards the bed.

Liner subconsciously held his breath.

She could feel Xie Yan standing by the bed, and even through this quilt, she could feel his gaze falling down, as if it was a substantial temperature.

Liner licked the corners of his lips, feeling a little nervous inexplicably.

But Xie Yan did not move any other things. He just leaned over and looked at her for a few seconds, helped her pull up a corner of the quilt that fell to the ground, and then left.

After a while, Liner heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. She quietly pulled the quilt down a little, and her lower half was still covered, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

She looked at the bathroom and the light inside turned on.

An oval frosted glass embedded in the bathroom door, which could not completely cover the people inside. A vaguely tall figure was faintly reflected on the frosted glass.

Lin Er did not dare to take a closer look, and just took a look, then hurriedly looked away.

Sin is emptiness, and emptiness is form.

No dreams all night.

The consequence of staying up late collectively is to get up late collectively.

Yesterday, when Wen Miao and He Yin came back, it was almost four o'clock in the morning. Qin Ke did not broadcast live anymore, but he just didn't know what he was messing around again. Xie Xiao had no choice but to hold on and stayed up until after three o'clock.

Lin Er lost his sleep once in a century, counted thousands of sheep, and fell asleep very late, and Xie Yan—
Chapter completed!