After a good night's sleep, when Gu Fuqiao opened her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered twice.
A man's strong jawline came into view. She blinked and realized she was tightly held in Yan Zhen Guo's embrace. Without a pillow last night, she had slept all night in the crook of his strong arm. It turned out to be quite comfortable.
Looks like she could try this more often; Yan Zhen Guo's arm is more comfortable than a pillow.
"Awake?" Yan Zhen Guo's voice came from above her head.
Gu Fuqiao knew that Yan Zhen Guo never got up later than she did. She nodded and said, "Awake. You know, this bamboo bed is surprisingly comfortable; we should sleep on it more often." After speaking, she nuzzled her head against Yan Zhen Guo's arm.
There was a hint of amusement in Yan Zhen Guo's eyes, and the soft nuzzle felt very pleasant.
He released Gu Fuqiao, sat up, and said, "It's getting late, you should go make breakfast. The old gentleman is probably already up too."
