Drowsy and muddled, Cheng Zhiwei was woken up by noises outside in the morning.
Upon opening her eyes, she was immediately confronted with Zhou Lin's handsome face enlarged in front of her, his eyebrows dark and thick, his nose bridge firm, and his thin lips curved into an indifferent arc.
She was startled for a moment before realizing she was nestled in Zhou Lin's arms.
Her head was resting on his arm, which in turn was draped over her waist, making her breathing suddenly unnatural, faintly feeling both feverish and awkward.
The pillow that had been between them the previous night was now nowhere to be seen, and the moist blanket was warm from the mingling of their bodies.
Cheng Zhiwei bit her lip, forcing herself to stay calm, and then tried to slip out without making a sound.
As soon as she moved, Zhou Lin stirred as if awakened, tightened his arm around her, and nudged forward, bringing his face so close their noses were nearly touching.
