Zhi Ruo got up sweating severely. The first thing that came in front of her eyes was Qing Shan's smooth face, his perfect jawline, chiseled face, long eyelashes.
Qing Shan's face calmed her a little, looking at the watch Zhi Ruo noticed it was just around 4 AM in the morning. Her throat felt dry, s. he tried to grab the water glass kept at her bedside table and drink some water to relieve her itchy throat. Zhi Ruo tried to stretch her body a little bit to reach near the glass, just as she was about to grab the glass she felt her waist being clasped by a strong force. She quickly turned her head to look at the reason behind it. Removing the duvet she realized it was nothing else but Qing Shan's arm which was holding her waist tightly. Trying to loosen his grip she stretched again to grab the water glass.
"What happened?" Qing Shan opened his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.
