By the third time, Long Yang finally realized that she was doing it on purpose.
"The weather is still cold. Don't kick the covers anymore."
To Lu Liangwei's surprise, he was not angry. Instead, he drew the covers over her again patiently, and there was a rare note of tenderness in his tone.
Hearing this, Lu Liangwei stopped acting up at last and lay quietly on his lap.
Relieved that she had finally ceased her mischief, Long Yang went back to reading.
After some time, Lu Liangwei eventually fell asleep. However, it was still rather uncomfortable lying on his lap, and she turned her head in her sleep, trying to find a better position.
Smack!
Long Yang groaned, astonishment flashing across his face.
Collecting himself, he narrowed his eyes, but his ears were already bright red.
However, the girl was still sound asleep, oblivious to what she had done.
