When Fei Chuan opened the door to buy breakfast, a person sitting on the floor suddenly fell down.
Bei Sangyun was abruptly woken up. She raised her head, and her sleepy eyes met Fei Chuan's startled face.
She stood up and yawned. "Morning. Did you already have breakfast?"
Fei Chuan looked her up and down. Bei Sangyun was wearing pajamas and floppy slippers. Her hair was messy, and there was even a trace of saliva on the corner of her mouth.
"Did you sleep in front of my door?" He asked, dumbfounded.
Bei Sangyun made a gesture with her thumb and forefinger, "....A little?"
Actually, she also did not expect she would fall asleep in front of his door until morning came.
Fei Chuan glanced at her fingertips. It was a bit red.
Before he could think, he reached out and grabbed her fingers. Bei Sangyun's fingers were as cold as ice.
