Opening her eyes, she found herself embraced in Yun Shangyuan's arms, his legs encircling hers, his hands around her waist, holding her so tightly that she couldn't move an inch.
But that wasn't the main point; the main point was that her own hands were, embarrassingly, wrapped tightly around his waist as well...
Indeed, habit is a terrifying thing; they had gotten used to sleeping in each other's arms at night.
Once she had wondered, if she were ever separated from Yun Shangyuan, whether she would feel lonely at night.
Now she could answer that past question—yes,
She would feel incredibly lonely because this habit could not be changed.
She didn't even know when she started holding him...
Sighing, she let go of Yun Shangyuan, trying to pry his hands away, but his arms were clamped tight like iron pincers, immovable.
She also worried that using too much force might wake him up.
