"Right? So I once tried messing with him as a joke and made him put his arms up, but a few minutes later he was back to normal."
"What were you even doing?"
Iseul was strange for not waking up, but Qiong Xing was also strange for deciding to do that to someone who was sleeping so peacefully.
"Anyway, Lingxiao looks kind of pitiful. Move Raon's arm awa—"
"Shh."
After telling him to be quiet, Qiong Xing approached.
He rescued Lingxiao from under Raon's arm, then for some reason placed Lingxiao directly onto Iseul's face.
Albe watched Qiong Xing's sudden action in stunned silence.
After a few seconds…
"Guh…! W-what?!"
Iseul shot awake, gasping for air, while Qiong Xing's shoulders trembled.
"W-what happened? Fufu. Ah, it looks like Lingxiao wanted to sleep close to his Papa. Fufu, please hold him."
"Eh? I-is that so? Sorry Lingxiao. Let's sleep together with Papa."
No, Qiong Xing, it is obvious you are laughing.
Even if he was half asleep, how did he not notice that?
