The morning light flowed in like honey through the half-drawn gauze curtains, casting golden spots over the disheveled sheets.
Jiang Ning's mind wasn't fully awake yet, but her body felt a sense of discomfort as she realized a pair of strong, slender arms held her waist tightly, and a heavy leg was draped over her like an octopus securing its prey.
Jiang Ning furrowed her brows, shaking her head slightly, then slowly opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was a fuzzy black head. Xingzhou, with his head buried against her, was sleeping soundly.
Judging from his long limbs draped over Jiang Ning, pressing her down tightly, it was obvious that in his sleep he had taken her as a comforting companion.
Staring at the ceiling, images from before she fell asleep last night flooded Jiang Ning's mind, and her vaguely confused eyes rapidly gained clarity.
Jiang Ning remembered.
Last night, she had completely passed out because of Xingzhou.
