He rubbed his sore buttocks and strode towards Fu Yan.
The sound of his footsteps was neither too loud nor too soft, but the person on the sofa remained in the same position, lying motionless on their side.
Xiao Xin suddenly wondered what kind of expression the person who had so arrogantly tied him up would have on their face now.
He walked around Fu Yan and sat on the sofa on the side where Fu Yan's head was.
Xiao Xin plopped down on the sofa, the soft fabric making him want to shout "Awesome!" again, but after glancing at the people next to him, he dismissed the thought.
He moved quite a bit while sitting on the sofa, causing a dent in the sofa.
Fu Yan's head moved slightly, but he still didn't react.
Xiao Xin frowned as he looked at Fu Yan's dark hair. Could this kid be dead?
He was in a daze when suddenly a hand grabbed his leg, startling him so much that he gasped for breath, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he almost choked on his own saliva.
Xiao Xin breathed a sigh of relief after recognizing Fu Yan's hand.
This kid is acting like he's come back from the dead.
He frowned unhappily, about to lash out, when the hand moved two centimeters further down his inner thigh.
Fu Yan closed his eyes, thinking he had found a soft cushion, and moved his body towards Xiao Xin's thighs, then naturally rested his head on Xiao Xin's lap.
"..."
Xiao Xin's vision went black, and he suddenly didn't know where to put his two hands that were raised in mid-air.
He stared at Fu Yan's profile for two seconds before realizing that Fu Yan was asleep and using his lap as a pillow!
He was still a little damp after Fu Yan splashed him with cold water, but with the help of the heating in the private room, his clothes had been dried halfway without him even realizing it.
Fortunately, the spot where Fu Yan's head was resting was dry, so he wouldn't feel too uncomfortable while sleeping...
Xiao Xin shook her head, feeling she must be crazy to worry about whether this devil was sleeping comfortably...
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