The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

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The voice came from above him. When Zhu Tong realized what Shao Ming had said, his face instantly flushed with heat.

Sleep where? Here?

If anyone had told him in the past that they wanted to share his bed, he would have done everything in his power to kick them out.

But now, the person saying it was Shao Ming. The principles he had once firmly held onto—he had already broken them so many times in front of Shao Ming.

He didn't like others getting too close, nor did he enjoy physical contact with people.

Sometimes, Zhu Tong thought he was like certain small animals, possessing a sense of territoriality.

His room was his territory, and his bed was a part of it.

Back at home, the servants couldn't enter his room without permission, and even if they did, they weren't allowed to touch his bed. He used to be so particular about others touching his things. But now, Shao Ming was sitting on the edge of his bed, leaning against his headboard, resting on his pillow, and holding him in his arms, yet Zhu Tong didn't feel any resistance.

He stared blankly at the person lying "beneath" him.

Shao Ming repeated, "Can I sleep here?"

Zhu Tong's breath caught slightly. He blinked and said, "You..."

This was definitely another one of those unreliable methods!

With another person suddenly on his bed, how could he possibly sleep well?

And this "human pillow" was uneven, stiff, and not nearly as soft as his own pillow!

He should have refused outright.

However, when he opened his mouth, he said, "My bed isn't as spacious as yours. You'll feel cramped sleeping here..."

"Then you can sleep in my room."

Zhu Tong: "..."

That wasn't what he meant.

"I toss and turn in my sleep. I'll disturb you."

Shao Ming replied, "I sleep deeply. I wouldn't even wake up during an earthquake."

Zhu Tong: "..."

Was that an exaggeration?

"But..."

He was still hesitant.

It should've been simple. He could just say he wasn't used to sleeping with others, and Shao Ming would understand. So why couldn't he say it?

He didn't like the idea of sleeping with Shao Ming? That didn't seem to be the case either.

It was just an indescribable awkwardness, a tension that built up the more he thought about it.

Especially now, lying on top of Shao Ming, with no place for his hands to rest.

How could Shao Ming not notice his nervousness?

It wasn't like Shao Ming hadn't observed Zhu Tong before and after he slept. His sleeping posture hardly changed, and he certainly didn't toss and turn.

So... does that mean he's unwilling?

But the young master's current reaction doesn't seem like he's rejecting or feeling disgusted. His gaze is evasive, showing a bit of confusion, with a resistance that's not firm enough. It's the kind of hesitation that makes one want to push further.

Shao Ming's voice was hoarse as he asked, "Is it really not okay?"

Why did it sound like he was pleading now?