In the early morning, when Song Qinghuan woke up, she felt somewhat groggy, as though she had a hangover. But she hadn't drunk anything, she'd had a bath and then gone to bed, why would she feel this way? It even hurt a little.
Could she have slept in a bad position?!
Suddenly, she felt a softness on her body, something on her waist, and with a sudden shock, she threw back the covers only to see a slender arm resting on her waist.
Song Qinghuan was taken aback, abruptly sitting up in the bed and staring at the owner of the arm who was sleeping next to her, "You, you, you, Shi Yuhuan, you...why are you in my bed?"
Shi Yuhuan was also startled awake, but did not rise, his eyes still closed. His disheveled hair was scattered over his forehead, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking very grumpy and unhappy.
"How did you get in?" Song Qinghuan's mind was racing. She remembered locking her door last night, of that she was certain.
