Leng Zhiyuan was asleep, but she was sleeping in a blur. She did not know what time it was. A part of the bed sunk in, and a muscular arm came over. She habitually flipped her body over before she obediently lay in the man's embrace.
"What time is it?" She went closer to the man's neck and closed her eyes as she unclearly asked the question.
Zhou Yao bent over to kiss her forehead. He was soft and gentle as he said, "It is very late now. Don't open your eyes, and also don't say anything. Continue to sleep."
"Ok."
Zhou Yao brought the blankets over them and hugged her tight before closing his eyes.
…
They slept all the way until the early morning. Zhou Yao slowly opened his eyes, and he had a look outside the window. It was seven in the morning.
He woke up late.
