The sky finally brightened, dawn penetrated softly through the window, and Chenxing woke up in a daze. The man beside her was still sleeping like a log, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other clutching her buttocks, sleeping extraordinarily peacefully.
She rubbed her eyes, closed them thinking she would doze off again, but ended up falling asleep instead.
When the knocking sound arose around nine in the morning, Gu Shaocheng awakened from his befuddlement. He was surprised to find a soft body next to him. He abruptly let go of the person, saw that it was Chenxing, gave a sigh of relief, and then pulled her closer into his arms.
The aftereffects of being drunk, his head pounded.
Gu Shaocheng rubbed his temple, rolled out of bed, thoughtfully covered her with the blanket, paid no attention to other things, and detoured to open the door with little clarity.
After the door was opened, the air seemed to abruptly freeze, becoming totally quiet around the door.
