The next day, dawn was tinged with a light glow.
The proud sun pierced through the gaps in the curtains, pouring onto the large bed in the dormitory.
Inside the dim room, Li Qiao was in a state of drowsy sleep when she began to feel a touch of warmth, accompanied by a tickling sensation on her lips.
Groggily, she opened her eyes to see a face with sharply defined features that was exceedingly handsome.
Li Qiao's consciousness hadn't fully awakened, and as she gazed fuzzily, the person bent down and kissed the tip of her nose, then huskily reminded her beside her ear, "Your brother is awake."
Li Qiao blinked, coming a little more to her senses, and looking at the man's slightly tousled hair on his forehead, she couldn't help reaching out to tease it a bit: "Li San is awake?"
"Mhm." Shang Yu glanced at Li Qiao's small action, pulled her hand to kiss it, his lips curling into a wicked smile, "Still want to sleep?"
