That night, the two of them talked about everything from ancient times to the present.
In Chu Xia's memory, this seemed to be the closest she had ever been to him in the past 18 years, whether it was physically or mentally.
This was probably the reason why he, Chi zixian, was willing to listen to her so intimately and tell her so much about his thoughts.
This was like a historical breakthrough for them.
The two of them had unknowingly fallen asleep.
The next day, when she woke up, Ah Hua was knocking on the door.
"Miss, it's time to wake up! Hurry up and get up for breakfast, or we'll be late, Yingluo."
"Yingluo, okay."
Chu Xia replied in a daze under the blanket.
She wanted to turn around, but she felt something pressing heavily on her chest. She frowned and opened her eyes subconsciously.
The first thing she saw was a strong arm on her chest, locking her tightly.
