The early morning sun penetrated through thick windows, and Lin Yue was the first to open her eyes on the bed. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around.
Seeing the familiar decorations in the room, she realized that this was her and Zhuo Xiangqiao's bedroom.
She moved her body slightly but felt as if she were encircled by something. She looked up at the person beside her.
Zhuo Xiangqiao's hand gently enclosed the person in his arms, and, not sure what he was thinking about, the corners of his mouth curved up slightly, his eyes brimming with a smile.
Lin Yue frowned slightly, carefully prying the hand wrapped around her waist away.
As soon as her feet touched the floor, her knees buckled, and she nearly fell to the ground, but promptly reached out to steady herself on a cabinet. She looked up at the person on the bed, saw his brows loosen as if he was about to wake, and, in a stroke of quick thinking, stuffed her pillow into his arms.
