Qian Meigui heard a faint shuffle in her room and the feeling of someone tapping her shoulder persistently. She furrowed her brows, flicking away the hand. Then she suddenly felt the sensation of being tickled. She quickly overcame with a sudden laughing fit, "No!" she said while trying to contain it.
Qian Meigui opened her eyes, grabbing onto the person while trying to regain her breath. Song Sheng appeared in her vision with a gentle expression; she almost instantly gasped at how handsome he looked. It was early morning, but he wore a pine-green turtleneck sweater, with black pants. His black hair was neatly combed over to one side with the strands slightly falling over, but it looked good.
One of his hands were planted on the bed next to her body as he leaned over. In the morning, his eyes reflected the amber hues from the natural glow of sunlight. This time, Qian Meigui did not glance away; she remained rooted in her place, trying not to reveal a blush.
