Hmph!
What am I even thinking about, all muddled up.
The thought flashed through Zhao Ruolan's mind, and she immediately dismissed her own absurd idea.
The next morning, Zhao Ruolan woke up early.
Sitting up slowly, she raised her arms high to take a deep breath.
The blanket, curled around both of their bodies, slid to one side as she tugged at it.
Zhao Ruolan blinked, only then remembering someone was lying beside her.
As she turned her head intending to cover Zhang Xiaowei with the blanket again, she froze in place.
After a few seconds of staring, Zhao Ruolan's cheeks burned like fire.
It seems that the problem does not lie in his body, but in his mind.
After muttering to herself, Zhao Ruolan looked at him again with flushed cheeks for a few more seconds before throwing the blanket over Zhang Xiaowei indignantly.
This commotion woke Zhang Xiaowei up all at once.
He immediately opened his eyes, looking bewilderedly at Zhao Ruolan, who had already gotten out of bed.
