Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

When they awoke from their dreams, the rain had stopped, and only the partially dried pavement bore witness to the downpour of the previous night.

In the final moment of Ruan Mengxi’s lingering consciousness, she seemed to hear the sound of cleaning outside. She withdrew from the person beside her, sleeping on the other side. His embrace was warm, even a bit sticky, making it uncomfortable to lie closely.

However, Zeyan felt holding her was very comfortable and fulfilling; as she moved away, he edged closer, when she withdrew again, he closed in once more.

Repeating this way, Ruan Mengxi eventually became tired and let him hold her without caring any longer.