Before dinner, Qin Fei woke Logan Jing up as agreed.
After knocking on the door for a long time with no response, I had no choice but to push it open and go to the bed.
Logan Jing was lying on his side on the bed, wrapped tightly in the quilt with only his head exposed. His long eyelashes trembled again and again with his even breathing, looking quite cute.
Qin Fei stood by the bed, staring at his face for a while, then stretched out a hand to grab his shoulder and shook it tentatively a few times: "Get up."
Logan Jing hummed, frowned slightly, and shrank into the quilt.
Login to comment
Be the first one to comment...