The dawn light of winter always breaks very late. Wanwan slept extremely soundly that night, her bed constantly warm, even her pillow was more comfortable than usual.
She shifted her body, wanting to roll over, but was unexpectedly blocked. She frowned in annoyance, keeping her eyes closed, instinctively reaching out to feel the obstacle in front.
It was a bit elastic, warm to the touch and felt pretty good.
She couldn't help pinching it a little, slowly opened her eyes, and was greeted by an unfamiliar environment. Her mind went blank for a moment, then she turned her head along with the warmth in her hand.
An incredibly handsome sleeping face was right there!
Wanwan quickly retracted her hand.
She... she... she actually slept with God!!!
She lifted the blanket to peek inside, seeing her clothes still on. She breathed a sigh of relief, mumbling, "Thank goodness, the clothes are still on, still on..."
Woken up by her noise, Fu Weiheng: "..."
