The next morning, Chen Xiaobei was awakened by a terrifying scream.
"AHHHHHH!"
"Xiaobei! You, you and Xiaoyi, you two..."
"What?" Chen Xiaobei yawned and opened his bleary eyes. He saw Luo Qingcheng standing by the heated brick bed, her face a mask of complex emotions.
At the same time, he felt a warm softness in the palm of his right hand. He looked down and saw Murong Xiaoyi sprawled out like a crab, her entire leg pressed against his body, fast asleep. As for Chen Xiaobei, his right hand had slipped inside her nightgown and was tightly grasping her breast.
"Uh—" Chen Xiaobei felt a surge of embarrassment. He quickly withdrew his hand and said sheepishly, "Qingcheng, if I told you we didn't do anything last night, you wouldn't think I was lying, would you?"
"What do you think?" Luo Qingcheng's eyes were slightly red as she clenched her small fists.
