When she woke again, she had no idea what time it was.
The curtain wasn't drawn tight, leaving a gap about half a palm wide, and the light filtering in didn't help in discerning the time of day.
She was held in Bo Yanching's arms, her body sore but unwilling to move.
He was a light sleeper, and she feared that even a slight movement might wake him.
It was rare for him to sleep in.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't move her upper body but quietly stretched her feet, slowly extending and retracting them a few times to stretch the calf muscles and relieve some muscle soreness.
With nothing else to do, she stared at Bo Yanching unblinkingly, almost unable to resist touching his face.
Not touching directly, her fingers floated from his hairline, passing over his brows and eyes—brows that seductively arched on occasion.
She moved a bit closer, gently poking at the center of his brows with her finger.
"What are you looking at?"
