Song Ci didn't move for a long time, and Zhou Lian never stretched out his arm.

His forearm was placed between the two men, bridging the boundary.

"Can't you sleep? It will be easier to fall asleep if you are warmer."

Seeing through Song Ci's hesitation, Zhou Lian's voice was calm.

It seems to be describing a commonplace thing.

Song Ci wanted to open his head to see what kind of garbage was inside.

They are a couple who have been divorced for a long ...