Tang Li slept until she woke up naturally. She felt refreshed and subconsciously rubbed her face against the bear doll.
Suddenly, she felt that something was wrong.
She subconsciously grouped around, and when her hand was about to go down, she was suddenly grabbed.
Tang Li shuddered and suddenly opened her eyes. What entered her vision was a chin with a little stubble and tight but sexy lips.
Tang Li's eyes instantly widened. After a while, her face blushed and she was tongue-tied. "You, you, you… Why are you on the bed?"
"Why? Ask yourself!" Qi Yihan's gaze was dark, but his voice was low and husky. "Not only is your sleeping posture bad, but your sleeping habits are also especially bad. Are you always clinging onto something?"
Tang Li had to admit that his morning voice was making her infatuated and unable to think properly.
She licked her lips and decided to quibble. "Well… let me explain."
