Because she was too weary and exhausted, Dong Xin Yan couldn't quite make out the words. When she tried to discern them, all she knew was that Gu Ningyi had hung up the phone. Footsteps approached, then the blanket was lifted, the mattress sank, and a warm body slipped in. In the next second, she was enveloped by that solid arm and pulled into a familiar embrace.
Dong Xin Yan unconsciously snuggled against Gu Ningyi's chest, the corners of her lips slightly lifted, as she nestled against him and drifted into a deep sleep.
When she regained consciousness, the sky was already bright. Even though the thick blackout curtains were drawn in the room, a few rays of light still seeped in through the gaps.
Her long, curly eyelashes quivered slightly as Dong Xin Yan's eyelids gradually lifted open.
Her pitch-black pupils slowly moved, surveying everything in the room. Then, her dark eyes fixed on the handsome face that was just inches away from her.
