The next morning, when Jiang Ruan was woken up by the alarm clock, she couldn't even open her eyes. She whimpered a few times, turned over, and her hand touched the skin of a person.
Jiang Ruan was instantly startled awake: "Who?"
Who had climbed into her bed?
Before she could react, Jiang Ruan's response was much slower than her consciousness, and she was completely flustered.
After all, she was used to sleeping alone.
When she saw Bao Ye's face, he was also woken up by her. His dark eyes, though drowsy, were clear as they stared at her.
With a slight curl of his thin lips, he uttered one word: "Person."
Jiang Ruan breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest: "Scared me to death."
Bao Ye chuckled with exasperation: "We've been sleeping together all night, and you're only now noticing an extra person in bed, isn't it a bit late?"
Jiang Ruan pouted: "It's just that I'm used to it, okay."
"Exactly, who dares to climb into my bed."
