It seemed Little He habitually clung to a pillow or a doll every night while sleeping. Zhou Huan was completely thrown off by this, having intended to just snatch a corner of the bed to crash, but Little He's sleeping habits proved utterly unexpected.

"Shizu, you two sleep well! Heh heh heh! I’ll close the door for you!" The Green Light Ghost tucked Zhou Huan and Little He in, then shut the door behind them.

Zhou Huan was a normal man. With the soundly sleeping Little He clinging to him, his body began to heat up—hotter and hotter, almost suffocating him. Finally, amidst his ragged breathing, Old Song’s bed began to sway like it was experiencing an earthquake: "Squeak! Squeak!"

The next morning, Little He awoke from her slumber, sensing she had been quite busy the previous night, yet she couldn't quite recall any specific actions. She habitually sat up and stretched, feeling a sudden chill across her upper body!

"Ah!" Little He clutched the blanket tightly, covering the twin peaks of Mount Qomolangma on her chest. She anxiously glanced around, only to find Zhou Huan lying right next to her, his naked upper torso clearly visible. Instantly, Little He’s consciousness registered that something had transpired between her and Zhou Huan the night before.

"Slap! Slap!"

"Get up and tell me what you did!" Wang Xiaohe, looking utterly lost, began slapping Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan, sleeping soundly, was jolted awake by her flurry of hits. "What is it? Has the sky fallen?" Zhou Huan blinked his hazy eyes open, looking at Little He with an expression of pure innocence. "Oh, you’re not tired? Let’s sleep a little longer!" As he spoke, Zhou Huan reached out and pulled Little He back down onto the mattress.

At that moment, Little He was incredibly tense. Both cheeks were flushed like red apples, emanating a fruity fragrance, revealing a youthful beauty and deep affection. She genuinely adored Zhou Huan; every move he made captivated her heart. Coupled with his past life identity, her conviction solidified: Zhou Huan was a man she could rely on, a true alpha male.

Lying on the mattress, Wang Xiaohe’s labored breathing gradually calmed. She composed herself: "Brother Huan, did we... do that last night?"

Zhou Huan remained deep in his sleep, his arm naturally pulling Little He close: "Mmm, just a bit longer."

"Then how will you treat me from now on? Have you been with other women before?"

"Mmm, just a bit longer."

"And are you planning to find other women in the future?" This big sister, usually as assertive as a man, revealed a delicate, almost possessive side while sharing a bed with the man she loved.

"Mmm, just a bit longer."

"What?"

"Slap! Slap!"

"Ow!" Hearing Zhou Huan’s final response, Wang Xiaohe lifted her hand and delivered two sharp slaps to his chest. Zhou Huan finally jolted awake from his dream, rubbing his eyes: "What’s wrong, Xiaohe?"

"What did I just ask you?" Little He was furious, her eyes blazing with a hot intensity as she stared fixedly at Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan scratched his head, vaguely recalling the events of the night. He secretly chuckled to himself but soothed her outwardly: "Xiaohe, what’s wrong with you? Did you sleep badly? How about we try sleeping again!"

"Look at yourself! Think hard about what you did last night?"

Zhou Huan looked at himself, then at Little He. Little He wrapped the blanket tightly around herself again, but Zhou Huan just offered a faint smile and recounted the events of the previous night.

Hearing his explanation, Little He realized she truly did love Zhou Huan. Even though they had been intimate, she had been willing from the bottom of her heart, so she didn't press