"Beep beep... beep beep..."
At the same time, six o'clock, South District, Yan Huan's rented apartment.
Yan Huan groggily opened his eyes, staring at the somewhat blurry ceiling, lost in thought for quite a while.
Perhaps because it was just the beginning of summer vacation, he still woke up so early, making his body impatient, urging him to go back to sleep.
Yet, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but in the summer morning chill, Yan Huan suddenly felt a bit cold...
It was An Le...
Did he leave the air conditioning on last night?
As soon as Yan Huan had the question, a faint floral scent reached his nose.
"Xiao Huan, are you awake?"
Yan Huan looked down and saw, nestled in his arms, a cascade of long black hair that flowed down, tracing along the muscles of his body...
And the owner of that hair lay beside him, expressionlessly watching her fingers drawing circles on Yan Huan's bare chest.
"..."
