After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

Lin Ye was woken up by the pressure.

He had a dream in which he was bound like a rice dumpling by a hemp rope.

He struggled desperately, but the rope tightened more and more, and he woke up.

Lin Ye didn't not want to get up; he just couldn't.

His body was firmly fixed to the incredibly narrow single bed by some complex external force system.

Last night, Bai Xiaojing led him into the bedroom and said, "You can sleep in my bed."

Now he feels that this decision may have been a mistake; he underestimated the number of customers using this bed.

Lin Ye turned his neck, and with a crack, his cervical spine made a crisp sound.

He began to take stock of the "burden" he was carrying.

My right arm has completely lost sensation; it was compressed for too long, preventing blood circulation.

Looking down, Bai Xiaojing's head was resting on his right arm, curled up like a shrimp, lying on her side on the inside of the bed, close to the wall.

She was still asleep, her dyed yellow hair spread out and draped over his arm.

One of the straps of her black tank top slipped down, revealing her collarbone.

Her mouth was slightly open, with a trace of dried saliva hanging from the corner of her lips.

The drool ended up on Lin Ye's T-shirt. His right shoulder was soaked with a patch the size of a fist.

Lin Ye stared at the saliva stain and decided to put it aside for the time being.

My left shoulder also felt very heavy.

The tattooed girl climbed onto the bed from the floor at some point, rested her head on Lin Ye's left shoulder, and draped one of her tattooed arms over Lin Ye's chest.

Her palm was placed on his heart.

The koi and lotus flowers were much clearer in the morning light than they had been last night.

There are still a few lines that haven't been colored yet.

She slept more soundly than Bai Xiaojing, without drooling and breathing very lightly.

The tongue stud was faintly visible between her slightly parted lips.

Then comes the lower body.

Lin Ye's back has been sore since last night.

This single bed was already narrow; it was barely big enough for two people. He didn't know when the tattooed girl had squeezed onto the bed, but his back was already being squeezed into an inhuman angle.

But that's not the worst part.

The most dangerous one is the girl with the tattooed legs.

She didn't sleep in the bed.

She was sleeping on a yoga mat on the floor.

But her legs were on the bed.

To be precise, starting from the lower leg, it rests at the foot of the bed, pressing down on Lin Ye's lower leg.

Lin Ye had no idea how she ended up sleeping in that position.

There was a half-body distance between the yoga mat and the bed. Her upper body was on the yoga mat, while her lower body was propped up on the edge of the bed at an incredible angle.

Her two legs were crossed on his lap, her knees slightly bent, and the lines of her calves were stretched long in the morning light.

I took off my fishnet stockings last night.

So what was draped over his legs were two bare legs.

Lin Ye saw the rose tattoo.

On the outer side of the left calf, about five centimeters above the ankle.

A red rose, about the size of a coin, with very fine lines. Next to the rose is a line of letters, too small to read.

Her toenails were painted red, but most of the nail polish had already chipped off.

The body heat of the girl with the tattooed legs transferred through their skin as they touched.

Then came the calves. Lin Ye's gaze followed the two legs upwards, past the ankles, past the knees, and finally stopped at a spot he realized he shouldn't be looking at, abruptly pulling his gaze away.

The ceiling. Look at the ceiling. There are fluorescent lights on the ceiling, the lampshades are full of dust, and there are a few dead small flying insects stuck to the light tubes. He had already obtained this information thirty seconds ago.

But he decided to watch it again.

Because if he continued watching, he feared his body would honestly reflect something indecent.

The girl with the tattooed legs moved her legs.

She changed position in her sleep, pulling her thighs up so that her knees hit the edge of the bed.

Her toes brushed against his calf, her instep arched, rubbed against his trouser leg, and then she stopped moving.

Lin Ye gritted his teeth.

He took a deep breath, and as his chest expanded, his chest bumped against the hand of the tattooed girl. She moved her fingers, instinctively grabbed him, and then continued to sleep.

Bai Xiaojing smacked her lips in her sleep, drooling a little more. She nuzzled her head against his arm, finding a more comfortable angle, and buried her face in his biceps.

Her breath sprayed onto his arm, warm and damp through his saliva-soaked T-shirt.

This is the sleep quality of these energetic young women. Six hours ago, they drank most of a bottle of Jack Daniel's, six bottles of craft beer, and several premixed cocktails, ate a whole table full of barbecue, fried chicken, and potato chips, and partied until 2 a.m.

It's just past six in the morning, and they're sleeping like they're sealed away.

The room was full of people lying haphazardly.

Green Hair and Pink Hair were huddled together on the floor at the foot of the bed, sharing a thin blanket, their heads touching, Green Hair's green hair and Pink Hair's pink hair mixed together.

Qi Liuhai was sleeping by the balcony door, and a stray cat was lying on her stomach. The breathing of the two of them was surprisingly in sync.

Lin Ye was the only person awake in the room.

He lay on a single bed that was only 1.2 meters wide, his right arm soaked in Bai Xiaojing's saliva, his left chest pressed by a hand with a tattooed arm, his ankle pressed by a leg with a tattooed leg, and his waist squeezed so tightly it felt like it was about to break.

My whole body aches, like I've been hit by a major stroke of luck.

But for some reason, he didn't feel uncomfortable.

The light outside the window grew brighter and brighter.

Qi Liuhai woke up.

She sat up from the ground, rubbed her eyes, and her bangs were askew to the right.

She looked around, her gaze sweeping over Lin Ye on the bed and the triple weights he was carrying.

I walked into the bathroom barefoot.

Then came the girl with the flower-legged tattoo.

Her legs slid off the bed, she rolled over on the yoga mat, sat up abruptly, and spoke before her eyes were even fully open.

"What time is it?"

"Around six o'clock."

Lin Ye's voice was a little hoarse.

The girl with the tattooed legs rubbed her eyes and turned her head to see him, Bai Xiaojing, and the girl with the tattooed arms.

She reached under the pillow, pulled out her phone, and pointed it at the bed.

Click.

"To commemorate this moment."

She put her phone back in her pocket and winked at Lin Ye, "Brother, you sleep really well. You didn't wake up even when three people were pressing down on you."

"woke up."

"If you're awake, why didn't you get up?"

Lin Ye looked down at the tattoo on his chest, Bai Xiaojing on his right arm, and the spot where the girl with the tattooed legs had just crossed her legs.

The girl with the tattooed legs followed his gaze and then saw the mark she had left on the bed sheet.

Did I put my leg on you last night?

"Um."

"You took a ride all night?"

"It should be."

The girl with the tattooed legs blushed visibly.

But she didn't hide.

She tied up her loose hair, revealing her two bright red ears, and then walked barefoot into the bathroom.

Next to wake up was the girl with the tattooed arms.

She woke up more violently than the previous two, rolling off Lin Ye with a single roll, her forehead hitting the cardboard box on the headboard, and she bounced up with a howl.

"Hold!"

She squatted on the ground, covering her forehead, her tongue piercing dangling wildly, and the koi fish on her arm tattoo trembling.

Then she saw Lin Ye and Bai Xiaojing on the bed.

Bai Xiaojing was still sleeping soundly, clinging to Lin Ye's arm.

The tattooed girl squatted on the ground for two seconds, then stood up, walked to the bedside, bent down, and whispered in Bai Xiaojing's ear.

"Yellow Hair, your mom's here."

Bai Xiaojing's eyes snapped open, and she sprang up from the bed as if electrocuted. The movement was so sudden that she frowned and unconsciously pressed her hand against her lower abdomen, but quickly put it down.

Her blond hair was sticking up like a bird's nest, and her face was covered with the pattern of a pillowcase.

She looked blankly at the tattooed arm, then at Lin Ye, and then at the wet drool stain on the right shoulder of Lin Ye's T-shirt.

Then she looked down at the corner of her mouth.

He reached out and wiped it off.

I looked at the drool on my fingers.

Then she looked at Lin Ye.

"elder brother."

Her voice was still hoarse from just waking up.

"Your clothes."

She pointed to the drool stain.

Then she suddenly remembered something and looked down at the tank top she was wearing.

The suspenders are still there.

One of the shoulder straps slipped down.

She reached out and pulled the shoulder strap up quickly.

Then she rolled off the bed, barefoot on the floor, and quickly walked out of the bedroom.

Lin Ye sat up in bed.

He moved his right arm and shook his hand.

He stood up, his knees cracking. His waist cracked too.

He steadied himself, supporting his back, and looked at the bedroom illuminated by the morning light.

The sheets on the single bed were crumpled up, and the floral comforter had slipped to the floor.

His reflection was in the chipped mirror on the cardboard box by the bedside.

The drool stain on the right shoulder of the T-shirt was particularly noticeable in the morning light.

He reached out and touched the wet stain.

He recalled Bai Xiaojing asking him last night, "Can your body take it?"

Now he knows.

Can't stand it.

But it seems so.

It's alright.