Bai Yiran woke up, her eyes opening to find herself lying against Leng Yichen's chest, his firm muscles rising and falling with each breath. His arm was wrapped around her waist as he slept soundly.
The room was very dark; Bai Yiran looked up at the window to estimate the time.
Her body was somewhat sore from Leng Yichen's exertions, and maintaining the position in his embrace for a long time had left her half-paralyzed.
Bai Yiran gently removed Leng Yichen's arm from her waist. He seemed to sense her movement and mumbled softly. Bai Yiran thought he had awakened and looked at him nervously.
Leng Yichen turned over and continued sleeping.
Bai Yiran let out a relieved sigh, quietly got out of bed, fetched a bathrobe from the bathroom, and wrapped it around herself, walking barefoot out of the bedroom.
Her bag was still left at the villa's entrance, brought back from the company by Wang Hai at Bai Yiran's request in the afternoon.
