In the morning, golden sunlight spilled across the earth.
Nie Longjiao sat up reluctantly while scratching her hair, her eyes half-open.
She squinted at the familiar surroundings, planning to sleep a few more minutes.
However, as soon as she lay down, she felt as if she had hit a spring and sat up again.
Her beautiful eyes widened, and she hurriedly lifted the quilt to check that her clothes were still on, finally relaxing.
The reason for all these actions was because she saw a bed made up on the floor opposite her.
"Why am I sleeping on the bed?" Nie Longjiao rubbed the back of her neck, trying hard to recall last night's events.
Thinking back, she remembered sleeping on the floor bed, and seemed to force herself to stay up all night.
As she pondered, Xiao Feng walked in and laughed seeing Nie Longjiao's confused expression, "You look like you've got amnesia."
"I remember sleeping on the floor bed last night," Nie Longjiao said softly.
