The next day, Yan Luoxi awoke from a nightmare to an unfamiliar ceiling and unfamiliar sheets, which made her immediately sit up in shock and instinctively check her clothes—they were still intact.
She breathed a sigh of relief, propped her forehead with her hand, and memories of last night flooded into her mind. She was now in a hotel room; she clearly remembered sleeping on the couch last night. Was it Li Yeqi who had carried her over?
She lifted the covers and got out of bed, slowly stepping out of the bedroom, and immediately saw the man lying on the couch—he had kept his promise.
She rubbed her temples and crept over quietly. Seeing half of the blanket had fallen onto the carpet, she bent down to pick it up and draped it over his body, planning to grab her bag and leave quietly. But suddenly her wrist was caught.
