When a person just woke up, their mind would subconsciously be a little slow.
When Murong Qiao opened her eyes in a daze, she instinctively reached out to hug the person beside her and buried her head in the other party's chest, trying to use the sleepiness that had yet to dissipate to sleep again.
She wasn't fully awake yet, but Huo Yichen opened his eyes because of this.
He had always slept lightly and was easily disturbed when there was movement. His faint sleepiness disappeared almost as soon as there was movement, so sleep wasn't easy for Huo Yichen at all.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw Murong Qiao buried in his chest. He closed his eyes and looked at the sleepy head on his chest. He couldn't help but chuckle.
The laughter and the slight vibration in his chest made Murong Qiao mutter unhappily.
"An Nuo—"
