In her dream, Little Seventeenth was shivering with cold. Half-asleep, she sensed a source of warmth beside her and latched onto it like an octopus. This movement made Moyuan stiffen all over; it seemed he had never been so intimate with a woman before. Moyuan lay rigidly for a while, but Little Seventeenth made no further moves. Listening to the even breathing beside him in this awkward posture, Moyuan eventually fell asleep, too.
When Little Seventeenth woke up the next day, she found herself lying in Moyuan's arms, with all her limbs still clinging to him. A wave of embarrassment washed over her. Had they really slept the whole night wrapped around each other like this?
Fearing she might crush Moyuan, Little Seventeenth hurriedly and carefully untangled her hands and feet from him, terrified of waking him. Such an awkward situation was better left undisturbed.
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