After waking up, Ye Wan opened her eyes and saw the various sized grids projected onto the white blanket.
She turned her head to see the sun was already setting.
The large swathes of orange-red sunset merged into one, illuminating the courtyard, and also brightening up the man on the sofa by the window reading a book.
The dark blue pajamas matched the cold and stern aura he carried.
But at this moment, the man with gentle brows and eyes was earnestly flipping through a book, as if time had settled into the words on the slightly yellow pages, carrying a sense of tranquil and leisurely flow.
Ye Wan blinked and even held her breath lightly, afraid of disturbing the tranquility in the room.
"Wanwan..."
The man turned his head, "Is it good?"
She felt a bit embarrassed from being caught.
Or perhaps recalling the scenes from last night that were intoxicating yet awkward.
Ye Wan glared at him, turned over, leaving only her back to him.
