Both of them were really tired, so after eating, they tossed the empty plates into the sink and went to sleep.
Early the next morning, Lin Zhenxin was awakened by a feeling of being tightly confined. When she opened her eyes, she was faced with Li Yanan's magnified sleeping face.
After a few days of adjustment, she had already gotten used to the fact that the face hidden beneath the glasses was entirely different from the public's perception.
At this moment, his long arm was tightly embracing her, which was the source of the confined feeling.
So tight that Lin Zhenxin thought it was as difficult as climbing to the heavens to turn around.
She tried to push Li Yanan's shoulder. He stirred slightly. "Morning." His hoarse voice was tinged with a sleepy sexiness.
"Morning. Are you going to work today?"
Upon hearing Lin Zhenxin's voice, Li Yanan didn't reply. Instead, he extended his hand to rest on the cheek she had been hit on last night.
