The next day.
Nan Jiaojiao woke up to find herself still in Bo Yanching's arms.
She was a bit confused and instinctively glanced at the clock on the wall.
"What's wrong?"
Nan Jiaojiao moved, waking Bo Yanching, who half-opened his eyes and looked down to see her puzzled face.
He seemed to have a knack for reading minds, saying, "It's the weekend, I didn't plan to work today, I'll keep you company."
Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, not even having a chance to speak.
Her hand curled up, she gently nudged him, "Then why didn't you exercise this morning?"
Bo Yanching sank deeper into the quilt; she was restless in her sleep, always burrowing under the pillow. Worried she would get a stiff neck, he often kept watch until midnight, and whenever she burrowed, he'd move her back onto the pillow. Yet, in the morning, her head wasn't on the pillow but resting against it, so talking to him required lifting her eyes, which was tiring.
