Morning.
The dim glow filtered through the window onto the living room sofa, the white halo seemed tinted with colors, as if draped in a faint, colorful cloud brocade.
Jun Yan's eyelids twitched and slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes, silent all night, were black and deep, like black pearls drenched in water, with a layer of clear water sheen on the surface.
Radiant and lively, everything began to revive.
A lazy, relaxed voice came from above, "Awake?"
Jun Yan's eyelids flickered and his dark eyes met a pair of seemingly amused peach blossom eyes, his pupils contracted slightly.
What is he...?!!!
Si Fan's back was leaning against the sofa, her elbow resting on the sofa behind her, fingers curled, supporting her chin, the other hand hanging by her side.
Her brows lowered, her eyes lightly falling on the man sleeping with his head on her thigh.
Jun Yan felt the warmth from the back of his head, along with the soft touch, instantly realizing his position.
