Morning.
"Ye Li," Ji Yanchen gently called her name.
Ye Li burrowed into the covers, ignoring him. After the indescribable events of last night, she didn't know how to face Ji Yanchen.
"Are you mad?" Ji Yanchen asked her, pulling down some of the covers and whispered, "Don't suffocate yourself."
"I'm not mad." Ye Li hid under the covers, her voice muffled. His chest was right against her back—the faint smell of tea invading her nose uncontrollably along with his warm body temperature.
Ji Yanchen's gaze fell on the tips of her ears which were about to catch fire, and he gently pinched them, "Even little hooligans can be embarrassed?"
Ye Li, annoyed, swatted his hand away and turned over to push him, "You should go freshen up."
"Alright." Seeing that Ye Li was about to become furiously embarrassed, Ji Yanchen stopped teasing her.
