At the first ray of morning light, the preset alarm sounded, gradually dispelling the drowsiness. Shen Zhiyi wanted to reach for the alarm clock on the bedside table just as usual. She moved a bit but felt as though she was restrained and couldn't turn over.
She became more alert slowly, opening her eyes gently and blinking away the mist of sleep in her eyes, only to see a pale chest in front of her. She was nestled in someone's arms, her usual sleeping position, with one hand resting on his chest instinctively.
Such a posture was not unfamiliar to Shen Zhiyi; on many nights cuddled in sleep, Pei Yu always liked to hold her like this.
Still not fully aware, she actually didn't realize something was wrong for a moment and subconsciously snuggled deeper into his embrace. Only when she felt the warm touch in the palm of her hand did she suddenly come to her senses.
How did she end up in Pei Yu's arms?
