Wei Anning felt the man nuzzle his half-awake face against her chest, she hastily lay back down to pretend to sleep, as she couldn't let him know she woke up first, or the embarrassment would be too great.
The knocking persisted, troubling Leng Youchen, who frowned as he lifted his head from someone's chest, clearly afflicted by a serious case of morning moodiness, and asked grumpily, "Who is it?"
The knocking ceased immediately, Rong Ling's clear and transcendent voice came from outside, "Third Young Master, it's me. Are you awake?"
Leng Youchen glanced at the woman in bed, who was obviously pretending to be asleep, her eyes and mouth tightly closed, her eyeballs still moving under her eyelids, the blush on her cheeks growing deeper. She thought he hadn't noticed and was furtively touching the blanket, trying to cover the inadvertent exposure of her body.
