When Xia Yishan woke up, it was already the next day.
She stretched her arms and legs out of habit.
His fist seemed to have hit something soft, and a muffled groan came from beside his ear.
She turned around and saw that her hand was still on Su Jingting's face.
Time stopped for three seconds.
"Yes, yes, yes... I'm sorry..." Xia Yishan quickly retracted her hand. There was still a red mark on Su Jingting's cheek.
Xia Yishan gently rubbed Su Jingting's face." Does it hurt? I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't know that you would sleep on my bed…"
Su Jingting reminded her kindly," This should be my bed.""
Xia Yishan looked around. It was not the first time she had seen someone in Su Jingting's bedroom, so she naturally knew who the person was.
Sob, sob, sob, who could tell her what happened this time!
