Bai Su was amused by Rong Zhi's words and forgot about his pain.
He sat up, pulled the blanket beside him to cover himself, rolled into the bed, then lifted the blanket and looked up at the young man.
"Had a good sleep, little brother, come join me."
Rong Zhi glanced at him sideways, and threw another pillow on the bed at him: "How old are you to still need company to sleep?"
Bai Su's peach blossom eyes curved: "Isn't it normal for a brother to accompany you to sleep?"
Rong Zhi didn't want to discuss this slightly awkward topic of brotherhood with him, so he turned on his phone to check the time, "Go to sleep, I'll call you in a bit."
Bai Su sighed regretfully, wrapped himself tightly in a small blanket, "Then I'll just wait for the baby to grow up a bit more to sleep together."
Rong Zhi: "..."
If he doesn't make mischief every day, he's not happy, huh?
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