Noticing the arm she was holding onto beginning to warm up, Huo Qing shifted his body. He rubbed his cheek against her shoulder and tightened his grip.
Of course, Huo Qing was never a quiet sleeper when he was clinging to someone. Few people could ever find such a position comfortable, yet he would just keep drifting deeper into sleep while draped over her. If he felt uncomfortable, he would merely fidget, stubbornly staying plastered to her body for the rest of the night. It wasn't until dawn, when Butterfly lifted her pinned arm, that he would roll away.
A strip of his waist was exposed beneath his loungewear, mottled with bruises from being pressed against her. Even then, he remained asleep.
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