There was no need to think; she knew who it was... The feeling was a bit familiar.
Song Huanyan felt the hand on her shoulder tighten, and she awkwardly looked up to see Yun Jianchen's indifferent expression, lightly pulling at the corner of her mouth...
"...What a coincidence," Song Huanyan said with a smile, but the smile looked awkward no matter how you looked at it.
The others all looked at Yun Jianchen and Song Huanyan in surprise...
Yun Jianchen gazed at Song Huanyan, lowered his head, and his handsome face neared hers.
An unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar masculine scent enveloped her, and Song Huanyan wanted to retreat... but the strong hand clutching her shoulder didn't allow her to move back. Yun Jianchen tightened his grip slightly, and Song Huanyan felt the pain.
Yun Jianchen's handsome face stopped about ten centimeters away from Song Huanyan's pretty face and looked at her, saying indifferently, "If you were so tired last night, why aren't you resting at home?"
