Chapter 157: 148: Dirty Literature, Gentle Mr. Wyatt (First Update)_1

Wyatt Wright had already made it clear, "No fussing, only sleeping."

"Mm!"

Then Rae Bennett hugged her blanket and pillow as she entered Wyatt Wright's tent.

Once inside, she gazed at him with pure and candid eyes, much like a young lion cub with a growling stomach waiting to be fed.

Wyatt Wright shifted his sleeping bag to the left, making room.

"Lie down."

Rae Bennett: "Oh."

The green sleeping bag, segmented, became round and plump with a person inside, really resembling a caterpillar.

The "green caterpillar" lay down, straight as a rod, her body still, her eyes moving rapidly.

Wyatt Wright covered her with both blankets.

"What about you?"

He lay down next to her, "I'm not cold."

Rae Bennett turned on her side, "We could cover up together."

She curled up, edging closer and closer to Wyatt Wright until she shared her blankets with him.

Wyatt Wright placed her outstretched hand back into the sleeping bag, "I'm turning off the light."

"Okay."