An Lan had just woken up, but shortly after lying down, she felt her eyelids growing exceptionally heavy, and then she lost consciousness. By the time she woke up again, it was the afternoon, and the person beside her was still deep in sleep.
She inched closer to him and only then noticed that Huo Zhanting's eyelashes were very curly, to the extent that they made her—a girl—feel envious. Just as she was marveling at this in her head, the person before her suddenly opened his eyes.
His dark eyes fixed on An Lan, startling her. But seeing the clarity in his eyes, devoid of any sleepiness, she knew that Huo Zhanting had probably been awake for a while, just waiting to scare her.
"Huo Zhanting, you've been awake all along, yet you're pretending to be asleep." Clenching her fist, An Lan threw a light punch at Huo Zhanting's abdomen. Her strength felt like a tickle to him.
