An Ziqing had slept too well, so she woke up very late.
She instinctively reached out to the side with her eyes closed, only to find emptiness.
She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the spot beside her. It was empty, no one was there!
Her mind was also blank. Had she been dreaming last night?
Bringing a drunken Ling Chuan in, washing his face, then the two of them sleeping in each other's arms?
She shook her head, feeling it was ridiculous to have such an outlandish dream!
But her hand touched the spot beside her.
It still felt warm!
But if Ling Chuan had been here, why was there no trace at all?
She thought it must have been a dream.
An Ziqing couldn't help but chuckle. So it was a dream again.
The door was knocked on, accompanied by the doorbell.
The sound was very impatient.
An Ziqing wanted to continue sleeping.
But she was so annoyed by the noise that she had to get up and open the door.
"Who is it?" An Ziqing opened the door.
