No way, he wouldn't secretly look. He would definitely read it openly.
Lin Yuan rolled her eyes, already imagining Xia Zheng sitting at the table under the lamp reading at night, surely chuckling wickedly as he watched.
She pouted and casually put the book aside, as sleepiness slowly crept in and she unknowingly dozed off.
In her dream, two little figures without clothes were fighting in front of her, sometimes one on top, sometimes the other, kicking and sticking their butts out, making Lin Yuan more exhausted than being chased by Xia Zheng the other night pretending to be kids.
It wasn't until she vaguely heard Shui Xian's voice waking her up that Lin Yuan drowsily opened her eyes.
"It's so early, what time is it?"
Lin Yuan squinted at the faintly bright sky outside and lazily turned over.
