Song Luli opened her heavy eyes. The morning sun nearly blinded her when it peered through the curtains. She blinked her eyes wearily, realizing she was sleeping on Long Jie's chest.
Long Jie was watching her, twirling locks of her dark hair around his finger, and she flushed instantly.
She still felt the warmth of the night they had—the dinner, the talks, the laughs, their oral performances at the end...
Last night, Song Luli felt courageous, but now she was feeling bashful by what happened. Long Jie kept his eyes locked on her. Song Luli was about to say something when she realized her throat hurt. She smacked her lips, tasting something bitter.
Realizing what it was, she glared at Long Jie.
