Listening to Zhou Lian's low and ambiguous words, Song Ci blushed, gritted his teeth and hugged the quilt, "Then get down."

Hearing the sound, Zhou Ren slightly raised his eyebrows and lay down next to Song Ci.

The bed is not big, it can even be called narrow.

A quilt that was not too thick was placed on the two of them, and Song Ci could clearly smell his scent, which seemed to be mixed with the faint smell of earth in the mountains and forests.

It smells ...