Yun Miao initially didn’t sleep at all to keep an eye on Yan Song, staring at him wide-eyed. He had slept well during the day, so he was full of energy now, not sleepy at all. Yan Song, however, ignored him, lay down, closed his eyes, and quickly fell into a deep sleep. After a while, Yun Miao could no longer hold on, yawned sleepily, glanced at Yan Song, saw that he was sleeping soundly, and finally couldn’t resist closing his eyes. Gentle breathing sounds filled the air. Yan Song secretly opened his eyes a crack, saw that Yun Miao was asleep, and the corners of his mouth curled up. Little guy, trying to outsmart me. Looking at the rope tied around his wrist, he found the knotting technique quite unique, impossible for an average person to untie. There were no scissors at hand, and any movement would wake Yun Miao. He had to admit, Yun Miao was quite clever. But where there’s a policy, there’s a countermeasure. Yan Song’s free fingers skillfully worked the knot, quickly untying the rope. He tied the other end of the rope to the lamp, stuffed the lamp under the covers, and silently slipped out of the room without making a sound. Heading to Yun Ya’s room, he was pleased to find the door unlocked. He quietly opened the door a crack and slipped inside. The bedside lamp was on, driving away the darkness, but also casting a dim, ambiguous light. On the big bed, Yun Ya lay with her back to him, her long hair spread out like seaweed on the pillow, the lamplight lending a dreamlike softness. Afraid of startling her, he carefully lifted the covers and lay down beside her. He just wanted to accompany her, that was all. But Yun Ya seemed to sense something, turned over, and drowsily opened her eyes a crack. Seeing a handsome face so close, she wasn’t too surprised. She murmured "Brother Yan," automatically rolled into his arms, circled his waist with her hands, and fell back to sleep with her cheek against his chest. Yan Song looked down at Yun Ya clinging to him like an octopus. He had been right before, Yun Ya’s body was developing in all the right places, and now she pressed tightly against him. It was a real torment. He smiled bitterly, rested his chin on her head, and closed his eyes contentedly. That night, Yan Song had a vivid, passionate dream; a real test of self-control. But it felt so real, how could it be? Suddenly startled, he opened his eyes abruptly, the soft moans of the girl beside him reaching his ears, gentle yet incredibly arousing. Yan Song looked down and realized that at some point, he had ended up on top of Yun Ya. She seemed still asleep but whimpered uncomfortably. Yun Ya had taken a sleeping pill before bed, leading to a deep sleep that left her unaware of what had happened, thinking it was just a dream. But eventually, she shook off the effects of the drug and awoke. Opening her eyes, she saw Yan Song on top of her, and in a moment of surprise, pushed him away and clutched the covers to herself: "What are you doing here?" She glanced at her pajamas; they were messy but thankfully intact. So it wasn’t a dream, it was real. Yan Song lay down beside her, smiling helplessly: "I was sleepwalking..." He himself wasn’t sure, perhaps his subconscious desires had taken over in his sleep... Yun Ya was both exasperated and amused, sleepwalking? That was a novel and interesting excuse. She turned to look at the bedside lamp; it was a little after four in the morning. Rubbing her temples wearily, she said: "I was sleeping too deeply. Otherwise, I’d have noticed you coming in." Yan Song’s expression darkened: "In the future, if I’m not here, make sure you lock the door. What if a bad person sneaks in..." The thought alone was terrifying. Yun Ya chuckled, feeling wide awake: "The security at the estate is very tight. No bad person could break in without alerting the guards. Besides, it’s just you and Yun Miao I’d let my guard down around." "Even so, you can’t be too careful. There’s only Miaomiao at home, and he can’t protect you, instead you have to protect him. How can I be at ease? Make sure to lock the doors and windows at night and send me a message to let me know you’re safe." The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, wishing he could stay by her side forever. Yun Ya appreciated his concern and smiled, nodding: "Alright, alright, I’ll do as you say." Follow current novᴇls on N0v3l.Fiɾe.net "In a while, I’m going to take Miaomiao to Ha City. There might be a way to cure his illness." Yun Ya had received news from Professor Wen about the latest research breakthroughs and was asked to bring Miaomiao soon. Yan Song held her close, regretfully saying: "I’m sorry I can’t go with you."