Shen Yutong didn’t respond, still facing away from Zhou Wang, hugging a corner of the quilt, curled up in a deep sleep.
She wore a strapless black tube top, and because her waist was slightly arched, the black cloth stretched tightly across her fair, glowing back, revealing a delicate and straight beauty below her shoulder blades.
Even though the front was so full, the back was so flat; this figure was simply stunning!
Looking further down, through a lifted corner of the quilt, a smooth, jade-like sheen could faintly be seen.
Zhou Wang stared for a moment, then lifted the quilt a bit more for a better look.
He had to admit, the style of this clothing was quite similar to her usual style, all exuding a hint of sexy charm...
Zhou Wang appreciated it from an artistic perspective and didn’t take advantage of the situation, especially since Shen Yutong was obviously drunk and sleeping soundly.
However, it was Shen Yutong who had come to his bed on her own, and even took off her outerwear, so just looking wasn’t against the rules.
Zhou Wang felt a bit sentimental; he hadn’t expected that a mere thought inspired by Su Yajing’s selfie last night would come true at this moment—
He had successfully ended up in bed between two girls.
Although it was clearly a pure version, it was still an achievement unlocked in life... "Sleeping under a big quilt."
At this moment, maybe the noise Zhou Wang made woke up Su Yajing, and she murmured groggily, moving closer to Zhou Wang.
"Why are you awake? Can’t sleep well?"
In the darkness, Zhou Wang moved closer and hugged her gently.
"Well, I’m particular about beds."
Su Yajing only then realized there was a third person in bed; her drowsiness was instantly driven away, and she let out a low cry, "Ah, is that Tongtong? Why is she here..."
"I don’t know either, maybe she got the wrong room after drinking too much?"
Zhou Wang vaguely remembered that only Su Yajing was relatively sober in the end, but he was the first to return to his room and wasn’t sure how the girls arranged things.
"They seemed to have drunk quite a bit."
Su Yajing, through sheer luck, almost never lost in games, so she drank the least. At this moment, she chuckled softly, "Brother, you don’t know, Miao Ying sings folk songs really well, but she only dared to sing after you left..."
"Oh, she has a grudge against me as her boss, huh?"
Zhou Wang raised an eyebrow.
"Not really, Miao Ying said some folk songs can’t be sung to the opposite sex. That would be like a confession in their tribe, hehe..."
As Su Yajing spoke, sparkling things began gathering in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around Zhou Wang’s neck, her voice turning sweet and sticky, "I want to sing for you too..."
"There are others here, wouldn’t that be inconvenient?"
Honest Zhou Wang mainly thought it would wake Shen Yutong.
"I’ll sing quietly~ It’s the perfect chance to practice!" Su Yajing started twisting her waist playfully.
"Alright, but I’m strict, you know. If you sing poorly, I’ll critique you."
"Then you have to listen carefully, brother, and rate me, but I promise to make you feel convinced."
Full of fighting spirit, Su Yajing giggled and slid off Zhou Wang.
Su Yajing’s soft singing was indeed skillful, and Zhou Wang meditatively closed his eyes, listening to her fine voice in the dark.
At this moment, Zhou Wang suddenly sensed something unusual.
He glanced sideways, only to see that in the dim light, even though Shen Yutong still had her back to him, her body was clearly tensed, and her shoulder blades’ curve became more pronounced.
Moreover, if one looked closely, they could see that her body was trembling slightly.
Was Shen Yutong awake?
A hint of mischief arose in Zhou Wang’s heart, and he quietly brushed his palm against her.
Shen Yutong stiffened instantly but didn’t react otherwise, and moments later, her body relaxed as if she had fallen asleep again.
Wasn’t this just encouraging him?
Zhou Wang didn’t care whether she’d wake up. His hand began rhythmically tapping along with Su Yajing’s singing.
In the morning, Zhou Wang first felt not the warm sunlight but the refreshing cool breeze.
He opened his eyes groggily, realizing the window had been opened at some point, but he had to admit, lying in bed facing the wind felt quite nice.
After squinting for a while, feeling the drowsiness fading, Zhou Wang finally turned over and sat up.
The 2.2-meter-wide bed now only had him and two messy quilts.
The smell in the air was hard to describe, although mostly blown away by the morning breeze, a complex scent of disinfectant, perfume, alcohol, and saline solution lingered faintly.
Zhou Wang felt residual headaches, surprisingly, though he hadn’t drunk much last night; without the foundation of spirits, mixing various craft brews still got to his head.
Craft beer, although just beer, had a substantial alcohol content.
Fragments of chaotic memories emerged, distant due to the alcohol, making those scenes seem like an absurd dream.
But Zhou Wang knew they must have really happened, and thinking about it left him feeling a tinge of guilt—they had indeed indulged him once...
Picking up his phone, it was already past ten o’clock. The first thing that caught his eye was Su Yajing’s message:
"Ah, brother, I’m the last one awake amongst them; when Tongtong called me, I wasn’t even dressed, still clinging to you... kinda embarrassing."