Lin Yuan was awakened by a wave of warm breath.
She opened her eyes bewilderedly, and right in front of her was an extremely magnified face.
The face was incredibly handsome, squinting its eyes and quietly studying her. Seeing that she had woken up, those attractive lips curled into a smile.
"You're awake?"
Lin Yuan was taken aback, her mind somewhat foggy. How could Xia Zheng be in her boudoir?
This must be a dream!
It must be a dream. Her whole body was utterly exhausted, as if all her bones had been taken apart and reassembled.
She closed her eyes, wanting to turn over and continue sleeping.
As she moved, she realized her legs couldn't budge.
Because the most private place was hurting badly, very uncomfortable.
Lin Yuan suddenly opened her eyes wide, surveying "her room."
The bright red curtains were torn and messily thrown on the ground.
The brocade quilt on the couch was in complete disarray, half draped over her waist, the other half already hanging to the floor.
