The room suddenly fell silent.
Chen Yiran gazed at Tianxin as she slept, her guards completely down. He couldn't resist shaking his head, then, after waiting awhile and confirming that she has fallen asleep, he gently slipped his arm out from under her.
Glancing at the time, it was only nine in the evening.
She was already sleeping like a piglet.
Chen Yiran sat by Tianxin's side. Seeing her sleeping face stirred up a soft feeling in his heart.
He stretched out his hand and lightly poked her soft cheek. Then, he pinched her small nose and finally smiled. He turned off the light, wrapped his arms around her soft figure, shut his eyes and forced himself to sleep.
Tianxin, having gone to bed so early the night before, woke up before six in the morning.
Waking up, she stared blankly at the unfamiliar décor on the ceiling for a while, trying to figure out where she was. Slowly, her memory started to filter back into her mind.
