Gu Ji couldn't be bothered with this girl.
The mountain city's hotpot in the afternoon was too spicy, so he washed his face, lay on the bed, and fell asleep immediately.
By the time he opened his eyes again, it was almost evening.
Gu Ji rubbed his sleepy eyes. Chen Zhiyu had unknowingly fallen asleep on the table, the orange-red sunset casting through the window, merging with the post-drinking blush on her cheeks, making her look charming and cute.
He picked up a blanket and quietly approached her.
A pleasant scent came to him, and Gu Ji gently draped the blanket over Chen Zhiyu. From such a close distance, he could even see her soft red lips slightly parting with her breaths.
Gulp, for some reason, Gu Ji felt as if those alluring red lips were like a black hole, drawing him closer.
Just as he leaned in.
Chen Zhiyu seemed to sense something, suddenly opened her eyes, and met Gu Ji's gaze.
Their faces were just a centimeter apart.
