"Go back to the bedroom and sleep, eh?" The gentle and pleasant voice began to coax patiently again. He held her small head with one hand.
Her blurred eyes were full of doubts, her head rubbed dissatisfiedly, and the broken hair tickled her hands, making him want to tighten his palms and hold her down. But she was unconscious and rubbed it in his palm, as if she was shaking her head or nodding.
Zhou Junxian had no choice but to continue coaxing with a gentle voice, "Good boy, go back to the bedroom and sleep. I'll treat you to a drink next time..."
Before he finished speaking, Nan Yi had no patience to listen any longer, so she broke free from his barely-stretched hand and pounced on him again.
The man is still.
It was finally quiet. Nan Yi closed her eyes with satisfaction, found a warm place, and continued to sleep with her.
Intention: If there is a shortage of books, I might as well write a small horse essay myself.