Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 53
Song Zehan's bedroom door was only half closed, as if it was specially left for her in anticipation of Ruan Shiyan's arrival.

Ruan Shiyan hugged the pillow, walked in cheekily, stood at the door, and knocked on the half door that was open.

Tuk Tuk-

Song Zehan, who was leaning on the bedside to read the documents, lazily raised his eyelids, and looked at her expressionlessly, with an incomprehensible light shining in his deep eyes.

Ruan Shiyan felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him, and subconsciously hugged the pillow in her arms tighter.

"Cough—brother, I...I can't sleep, can I lend you half—no, a third of it, can I borrow a third of your bed to lie down for a while?"

Right now she was very tired, but as long as she lay down and closed her eyes, her mind would be filled with the images that stimulated her brain, so she really didn't have the energy to worry about whether Song Zehan was her brother's business or not.

Just know that she desperately needs rest.

What's more, she and Song Zehan have hugged each other, and it's not like she hasn't slept in his room, so it doesn't matter if one more night or one less night.

She was full of thoughts, but for a moment, seeing that Song Zehan didn't deny it, Ruan Shiyan quickly ran to the other side of the bed, lay down with her back to Song Zehan, and hugged the small pillow she brought.

Strange to say, as long as she lay down in this position, the uneasiness in her heart was dispelled a little.

At first, she could clearly feel that Song Zehan's gaze was always on her back, and she still felt somewhat belatedly apprehensive.

But gradually, sleepiness finally got the upper hand, and she closed her eyes in a daze.

But it seemed that she had just fallen asleep, but the face of the corpse suddenly magnified in front of her eyes, which made her take a sharp breath and woke up from her sleep.

Ruan Shiyan turned her back to Song Zehan, panting heavily.

Before she had time to laugh at when her mental endurance had become so weak, she felt an arm stretched out from her waist, gently stroking her, and hugged her towards the middle position.

The back that was covered with cold sweat was immediately warmed by the hot chest, burning her fear and uneasiness.

Song Zehan adjusted his position slightly, and lightly pressed his chin against the top of Ruan Shiyan's head, wrapping her whole body in his warm embrace.

After giving her a few seconds to adapt, the hand that was around her waist just now moved to her shoulder, patting her shoulder lightly again and again.

He is putting her to sleep.

Ruan Shiyan froze for a few seconds, but soon got used to this extra warm embrace.

She had to admit that Song Zehan's warmth could eliminate her fear to the greatest extent.

He even gave her the illusion that as long as he was there, she didn't have to be afraid of anything.

Full of security.

After a day of tossing, at this moment, she didn't want to worry about anything, she just wanted to crave the warmth of this moment.

But Ruan Shiyan fell asleep, but Song Zehan who was holding her didn't feel so good.

In the middle of the night, Song Zehan frowned and sighed helplessly as he looked at the little woman who was using him as a humanoid pillow, and at his current position.

It's really a third.

But it's not occupied, but only one-third of the space is reserved for him.

If he continues to occupy at this speed, he may have to sleep on the floor before dawn.

Song Zehan was so crowded that he had no choice but to switch to sleep on her other side.

But he was worried about disturbing him, so he didn't push her away from her holding his hand, thinking that it would be fine as long as he turned her around very lightly.

But just now when he propped up his body and hung above her, Ruan Shiyan opened her eyes without warning...

(End of this chapter)