Bingxin slept soundly, curled up with her hands under the pillow. Her loose pajamas slipped down to reveal a pale collarbone, yet she lay asleep as unguarded as a child.

Had this been Xiaotao, I might’ve blushed. But I felt nothing for Bingxin. She was just like a sister to me.

I carefully slid out of bed and tucked her in. Then, I gathered a set of bedding and quietly sneaked to the other room to sleep.

The next morning, Bingxin woke up and asked, "Song Yang-gege, how did I fall asleep in your bed last night? Did you do anything to me?"

"I swear to God I didn’t!" 

“Ding, ding, ding…” Bingxin gesticulated with her hands.

Knowing that she was up to her tricks again, I played along. "What does that mean?"

"That’s the sound of my rising goodwill towards you,” she laughed.

I quickly changed the subject. "Go and wash up. We have to meet Officer Ma at the bus station."

"I want...