Fortunately, the next day was a Saturday.
When Lu Jincheng woke up, groggy, he only felt a slight numbness in his right arm as several strands of soft, long black curls danced near his nose.
A slight movement and it tickled.
Yesterday, not a bit of energy was left at the end, and Mou Keyan only remembered the last few scenes before she closed her eyes.
They were hugging each other, contented, limbs pressed together, foreheads touching, their breaths mingling unavoidably.
He talked about the next phase of live streaming plans, and she listened intently, chin in hand.
He opened the data sent by the studio, and her eyes were filled with stars.
They chatted idly about the future like this, until they both fell asleep.
The sunlight seeped through the curtains, the senior sister was still not awake.
