Loving from the living room to the bedroom, from the sofa to the big bed... In the end, Ye Qingran was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep in Chu Yan's arms.
A sliver of light appeared on the horizon and Ye Qingran began to sleep restlessly. She had been dreaming, and in the dream, all kinds of messy scenes appeared again.
Familiar yet unfamiliar.
Sweet yet painful.
It was very clear, but nothing could be felt.
Ye Qingran suddenly opened her eyes.
The ringtone of her mobile phone rang in her ears. It was not the sound of an alarm clock, but the ringtone of an incoming call.
Chu Yan had the habit of running in the morning. If there were no accidents, he would get up at seven o'clock on time and run for an hour in the morning.
There was nobody around her now, so it should be past seven o'clock.
Ye Qingran looked at her phone that was still ringing on the bedside table and reached out to take it.
