The ever-vigilant Ozawa Masami finally succumbed to her heavy eyelids and, at last, shut her eyes heavily, falling asleep.
Two hours later.
Ozawa Masami was sleeping very soundly.
She kept mumbling some sleep talk.
A shadow flashed across the living room.
It stopped beside her, hearing the names from her sleep talk, and chuckled softly: "Wow, you put on quite the act during the day."
The shadow quietly lifted the tightly tucked quilt and gently slipped inside.
But soon stood up again.
Mumbling in the dark: This won't do, there'll be trouble in the morning if this goes on.
A few seconds later.
He picked up the person sleeping on the floor, quilt and all, and carried her back to the bedroom.
.....
The next day.
The sky was just beginning to brighten.
"Ah!!!"
A sharp scream pierced the air.
"What's wrong?"
Sun Dasheng rubbed his bleary eyes, then habitually rested his hand on the shapely butt of the person in his arms, giving it a gentle squeeze, and asked.
