Wet Dream
Long Mei moved a lot in her sleep.
Jin Qing did not have the heart to tell her. Sometimes she'd wake him by accident, especially in the middle of the night when she subconsciously inched toward him.
At first, Long Mei would kick or punch him accidentally. But the more he came, the more psychical she got with him.
Tonight was one of those nights.
But instead of trying to beat him to a pulp, she was wrapped around him like a koala.
He did not understand how she went from being violent as if she was trying to fight off those who chased her dreams to cuddling him. Perhaps she was dreaming of something new now.
Long Mei aligned her body against him, her head on his shoulders, an arm around his torso, a leg propped over his waist.
It was difficult for him to catch a wink of sleep when she was so near, breathing softly. But the last thing in his mind was anything sexual. He could not think of that while she was asleep.