With a slight furrow between her brows, Bo Siyan threw off the covers and got up, scratching his tousled hair. He sat on the edge of the bed pressing down the grogginess before finally heading to the door.
Upon opening the door, he saw Ning Xia.
Her black hair was scattered, she wore a loose bathrobe with cotton slippers on her feet, revealing two slender and fair legs.
She cradled a large pillow in her arms, her chin resting on it, her complexion slightly pale, lips lightly pouted, showing a touch of pitiable charm.
It was clearly the posture of someone seeking comfort.
But Bo Siyan acted as if he hadn't seen it and didn't invite her in. Instead, leaning against the door frame and blocking her way, he asked, "What's the matter?"
His voice still carried the laziness of recent awakening, husky, which in the quiet of the night had a different kind of allure.
Ning Xia touched her nose, speaking in a wronged tone, "I had a nightmare."
