Being pinned down to sleep like this was clearly uncomfortable, yet you could see a trace of contentment on Qingyue's face.
Pei Wanyu slowly got up after a moment, just as dawn broke outside, the light was not dazzling.
She hadn't slept well.
Even when exhausted and sound asleep, she could vaguely hear the voices of her good disciple and Qingyue at her ear, especially when Qingyue's breathing would weigh on her for a few times, then...be awakened by her good disciple.
Over and over again, she didn't even know when it all stopped.
By now, Pei Wanyu no longer felt ashamed when waking up the next day.
After all... she gradually got used to it.
She had to get used to it, or else Qingyue, who could be pretending to be asleep, would be the first to tease her.
She pinched her thighs, a bit sore and wrapped in torn silk stockings, feeling amused in her heart.
Every pair she wore would tear.
Even though these silk stockings were quite expensive...what a waste.
