"Why are you naked for?" Zixuan, who had been pretending to be asleep, asked in alarm.
"Point of correction, I'm not naked. I have a towel wrapped around my waist," Haoran replied with seriousness.
Zixuan just glared at him. Raising his hands in defeat, Haoran walked to the wardrobe, grabbed his nightwear, and slipped into it. He then strode back to the bed.
"Can I hug you now?"
"Nope. What makes you think I would allow you to hug me?" Zixuan quickly used the sheet to wrap himself up, hugging himself as he shut his eyes. "Good night."
Haoran, obviously not planning to let it go, crawled onto the bed and pulled the bundled-up Zixuan into his embrace.
"What are you doing?" Zixuan tried pushing but nothing worked. He was tricked—not by Haoran, but by himself. Who told him to wrap himself in a sheet? Now he couldn't even move.
"Just sleep," Haoran whispered as he patted his back softly.
Unable to fight him, Zixuan reluctantly stayed still.
