"Ugh..."
In the darkness, Yan Huan felt a headache, as if something was pricking inside his skull, stirring occasionally.
He covered his head and opened his eyes, only to find a red-haired beauty under the covers with him.
It was Tong Yingying.
Her eyes were closed, her red lips slightly parted, facing Yan Huan's side, obviously still deep in slumber.
Yan Huan paused slightly, moving just a little.
As his body pulled on the covers, it felt as if the whole warm world around him was being stirred.
Because of this, the body temperature of the person in the covers, the palm of her hand slightly touching his chest, the knee resting against his thigh muscle, all felt very clear.
"..."
Yan Huan blinked, his gaze lingering for a moment on Tong Yingying's black camisole that had slipped from her shoulder.
As his view shifted down little by little, in the next second, Yan Huan's eyes seemed scalded, and he awkwardly shifted his gaze.
