Su Liuying woke up groggily, feeling a familiar scent filling her nostrils. She opened her eyes quietly and was shocked to find herself sleeping against Quan Tianyou's chest.
"Ah!"
She jumped with fright. She remembered that she had been painting in the garden. When had she returned to her room? It must have been Quan Tianyou who came back and carried her into the room.
Suddenly, she thought of her paintings. Had Quan Tianyou looked through them? Oh no, if only she had put away his portrait separately. If he had seen the portrait, what would he think?
She sneakily glanced at Quan Tianyou. It seemed like every time she dared to carefully study his face, it was through stolen glances. She never dared to meet his eyes, for fear of revealing her inner thoughts.
"Sigh, why does a man have to be so bewitchingly handsome?"
