Waking up, he found it was Yang Qingyin pinching his arm.
Still groggy with sleep, he couldn't quite grasp what was happening.
"What's wrong?" Luo Ziling looked at Yang Qingyin with confusion.
"Don't touch me," Yang Qingyin huffed, "I don't want the hands that just touched another woman on me."
"I haven't touched you, I was just holding your pajamas," Luo Ziling, realizing his hand wasn't on any sensitive areas on Yang Qingyin, explained confidently.
"Keep away from me," Yang Qingyin pushed Luo Ziling away and scooted her body backwards.
Then wrapped herself up in the comforter, completely enclosing herself.
Luo Ziling didn't mind and just lay there, facing Yang Qingyin.
He checked his phone and it was already half-past midnight.
When they went to bed, it was only around eight o'clock; they had actually slept for more than four hours.