"Good. I tell you good ones." Once Xue Yang relaxes and becomes comfortable on his bed, he sat on his bed. There isn't much space, but the weight of his body is warm and close as he curls up on the bed trying to sleep.

He reads out small tales from his book until Xue Yang drifts off and once he does, he smooths out his long black hair as he sleeps off before going to sleep himself on his bed opposite of him.