Su Qianxun knew that the person was Long Sijue. Right now, she was almost instinctively aversive of him. Even though she was not awake, she still subconsciously pushed him away with her small hands.
However, it was no use. The man tightened his arms, and both of their bodies were closely pressed together.
The following day, there was no one next to Su Qianxun when she woke up. She sat up and stared blankly into the air as she hugged her blanket.
She felt a cool sensation on her ankle. Su Qianxun lifted up the blanket and saw a very shiny anklet around her ankle. There were a few cute little bells hanging from its thin platinum chain.
Su Qianxun froze for a moment as she stared at the anklet. Those were not bells, but lilies of the valley. They were pure white and bell-shaped, and looked tiny and cute.
