The next day, Wei Anning was woken up by her alarm clock. She felt sluggish and weak all over, her hand mindlessly groping around on the bedside table. Then a large hand reached over, picked up the alarm clock, and turned it off, allowing her to continue sleeping.
Wei Anning slept for a few more seconds before she suddenly woke with a start. Opening her eyes, she crashed into the man's deep and profound ink-colored pupils. Her heart skipped a beat, "I, I need to get up now."
She propped herself up to sit, and the blanket slid off her body, bringing a coolness to her skin. Looking down, she found herself wearing not a single thread of clothing, while a certain someone was staring straight at her.
The scorching intensity of his gaze seemed as if it wanted to melt her.
She quickly grabbed the blanket, covering the inadvertently exposed spring scenery, and glared at him with dissatisfaction, "Why didn't you dress me?"
