"Li Beijue?" she called softly.
Initially, she thought it wouldn't be so easy to wake him up, but the next second, her wrist was grabbed, and she was pulled forward, falling into the sleeping man's embrace.
Then, the man with closed eyes opened them.
His narrow falcon-like eyes were even more striking than when closed, pupils like black obsidian, deep and endless, akin to a vortex that could drown a person!
"Morning." His voice, hoarse from sleep, was rich with texture.
Chi Enen was only 0.01 meters away from him; as he spoke, his breath poured onto her face, indescribably intimate.
At such a close distance, it's hard to keep one's heartbeat from accelerating.
"...Morning."
Chi Enen calmed herself, remembering an important matter.
"By the way, Li Beijue, didn't you say you were going to the hospital today? It's about time to get up."
Hospital visits are best in the morning; the afternoon sees too many people.
