Ying Jing nestled in his arms, her eyelids fighting to stay open.
Okay! It's really not a dream.
After working diligently for five days, Ying Jing finally ran late once.
A slender, pale arm reached out from under the covers, and a hand groped for the phone to check the time in front of her.
Staring in shock at the time displayed on the screen, her phone nearly slipped and hit her on the nose.
"Oh no, oh no, Uncle's going to kill me," Ying Jing hurriedly got up and ran to the bathroom, cursing the treacherous alarm clock along the way.
When Wen Fucheng pushed the door open, he heard her muttering and complaining.
Ying Jing was brushing her teeth and saw him standing behind her through the mirror. In her excitement, her hand bumped into the edge of the sink, causing her to grimace in pain.
"You, you, you, you…"
Last night wasn't a dream!
