Zhou Qingfeng was too exhausted and didn't wake up until the sun was high in the sky.
Sunlight seeped through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor, filling the air with a lazy and comfortable atmosphere.
It was too late last night to carefully observe the room. Looking around now, he noticed several photos on the bedside table, plush toys at the foot of the bed, and cosmetics on the vanity.
This was clearly Helen's own bedroom, yet she used it as a guest room for Zhou Qingfeng. He just wanted to turn over, but he felt like half of his body was pinned down by a thousand-pound weight, unable to move.
As he slightly moved his arm, he felt extreme numbness and soreness, only then realizing that he was firmly pressed down by a plump body.
Under the thin quilt, Helen's breathing was even and gentle, her mind still wandering in dreams.
