Five minutes later.
Chen Yuan opened his eyes.
He saw the girl who had let him lie on her thighs was Xia Xinyu.
How refreshing.
Meanwhile, she was playing with the long hair by her ear, smiling and asking, "Do you really not feel anything?"
"I feel it, I really do feel it..."
"Not that feeling."
Realizing he had misinterpreted, Xia Xinyu hastily steered the conversation back on track, "You fell asleep leaning against the tree, didn't you feel anything?"
"I didn't really sleep well at noon, and then I had a three-hour exam in the afternoon where I was basically burning the candle at both ends, so I wasn't feeling great," Chen Yuan explained, "But now I feel much better, very energetic."
In those five minutes, Chen Yuan was afraid he would fall asleep again.
Fortunately, he was alert and aware of everything.
A girl's knee pillow... no, Xia Xinyu's knee pillow, was surprisingly beautiful.
It was indeed quite heartwarming.
To be honest, he wanted it every day.
