Jiang Nian only felt a soft warmth in his embrace, and his nostrils were instantly filled with a familiar fragrance.
He looked up.
He thought to himself, so Li Qingrong draws the curtains at noon. Not just for a nap, but because it feels so soft hugging them.
Jiang Nian's hand instinctively rested on the class monitor's waist.
"Qingqing....."
Before he could finish speaking, Li Qingrong pulled away from him. Their faces were very close, and she stared at him for a while before asking.
"Still sighing?"
"Not sighing."
"Okay." Li Qingrong released him and turned to the bathroom, saying lightly, "Then have a good nap."
Jiang Nian looked down, glancing at the lingering warmth and scent on his hand.
"???"
Wait... what the hell.
A moment later, Li Qingrong came out of the bathroom. Her face was slightly damp, probably just washed her face.
"Hmm?"
She saw someone on the sofa, looking up at her wistfully.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
