C74 Cold War

Jing Xiaotong laid her head on Yun Zihao's arm. She was lying on his chest with her hand on his chest.

Yun Zihao felt her eyelashes blink on his chest, so he tilted his head and kissed her forehead.

"Why aren't you sleeping? Do you want to try again, huh?" Yun Zihao's ambiguous voice sounded.

"Scoundrel, we still need to hurry on our way tomorrow