Chapter 1132 Heather of the Other Shore Flower Sea (156)

"...OK, I’m sleepy, but... should I get out of bed first? Then you can keep sleeping?" she cautiously suggested.

However...

It had no effect. She couldn’t tell if he disagreed or had fallen back asleep and didn’t hear her. Instead, the arm wrapped around her pulled her closer. Heather’s eyes widened, almost colliding with his face. She stopped just in time, avoiding pressing her face against his.

Still...

It wasn’t much different from actually pressing against him!

Her face was now practically grazing against him. If she barely tilted her head, her eyes would land on his lips.

This was her chance for an extremely close observation, her gaze locked onto him.

Physical appearances might change, but the shape of one’s lips...

The hand resting against him raised slightly, trembling as it traced lightly over his lips, outlining their shape.

It’s uncanny...

How could there be two people in the world so similar?

For a long while, Nian Shen held Heather like this without moving, seemingly having sunk into a deep sleep again.

Heather was utterly stuck. She couldn’t move, couldn’t sleep, and just stiffly let him hold her.

He seemed to be sleeping soundly, smiling peacefully without even checking who he was holding.

She thought to herself, "What if I were a bomb?"

"Knock, knock—" someone started knocking on the door outside. "Mr. Nian, are you awake? I’ve brought breakfast. The door is open; can I come in?"

At this moment, Heather couldn’t very well use her voice to say "no," could she?

"Mr. Nian??"

Heather could tell from Yi Yang’s voice that he was growing concerned. What followed was Yi Yang pushing open the door and then—

Freeze.

It wasn’t anything serious...

"Mr. Nian—uh..."

Yi Yang immediately halted his steps, staring at the two entwined figures on the bed. Scratching his head, he muttered, "Sorry... Sorry..."

"If you understand, then leave." Nian Shen’s voice sounded faintly displeased.

Yi Yang didn’t dare say another word. He promptly exited and even closed the door behind him.

Ugh...

Messed things up!

"You’re awake?" Heather gazed at him. "Mr. Nian, I feel like I need to explain something."

"No need," he said, still with his eyes closed. "You were asleep, so I carried you. Don’t worry, I didn’t do anything to you."

"...Actually, I could’ve slept on the sofa."

"The bed is big enough for two people. Why sleep on the sofa?"

"...But?"

That doesn’t mean we should sleep like this, right?

Heather was expressing her emotions through her eyes when Nian Shen suddenly opened his and locked gazes with her.

"By the way..." he said, curling his lips into a smile. "I didn’t expect that you sleep differently from how you are when you’re awake. You’re not very well-behaved—you kept inching over to hug me."

"..." Really?

"Then I thought it felt pretty nice, so I kept hugging you. Using you as a body pillow isn’t too bad either."

"..."

She looked to the heavens.

She was speechless.

...

Finally, Nian Shen let her get out of bed.

As he sat up, he still felt a bit odd and let out a deeply satisfied yawn.

He had had an exceptionally comfortable sleep, which made him feel unusually refreshed upon waking.

Had she really slept so soundly last night? It seemed she hadn’t woken up even once.

While brushing her teeth later, she wondered to herself: How could this have happened?

Why had she slept in Nian Shen’s arms so comfortably?

If it wasn’t because she felt an immense sense of security, she wouldn’t have slept so worry-free through the night, would she?