She never allowed others to get too close to her.
The next day.
Wen Xian's eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Instinctively, she reached out her hand, wanting to stretch lazily, but for some reason, perhaps suddenly realizing something, she abruptly opened her eyes and looked to the side.
At that moment, she saw a soft and beautiful woman lying beside her, her silky hair scattered around. She was propping her chin, lying on her side, gazing at her.
And she seemed to have been in this position for a long time, so much so that Wen Xian's sudden movement didn't elicit any reaction from her.
Wen Xian looked at her, paused, and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"
Ruan Yiyi smiled gently, unashamed, and said, "I think you're beautiful, very pretty, like a big star."
Wen Xian: "..."
But she couldn't just keep staring at her like that.
Wen Xian couldn't help but rub her forehead slightly and sat up.
This is crazy; she actually slept quite soundly last night.
