"Hmm? It's dawn?"
Han Zhao leaned against the edge of the bed and felt the light shining into his eyes. He woke up from a light sleep.
Lu Yingxuan was looking at him in a daze.
Seeing that her face had regained its color, Han Zhao said happily, "Senior Sister Lu, are you alright?"
"Yes, you can let go now."
Lu Yingxuan's expression instantly turned cold.
"Oh." Han Zhao let go of her slender wrist.
"If there's nothing else, you can go back." Lu Yingxuan sat up from the bed, revealing her beautiful figure.
"…" The corners of Han Zhao's mouth twitched. This woman was really heartless. Last night, she looked so delicate and helpless. Now, she was like this. Her expression changed so quickly.
"What are you waiting for?" Lu Yingxuan urged.
