An Lan didn't know when she fell asleep. The next day, she was woken up by Huo Zhanting. An Lan opened her eyes in confusion, her mind still groggy. She rubbed her temples with one hand and sat up halfway. The quilt slipped off, revealing the plum blossom marks on her fair skin.
In an instant, a scorching gaze fell upon her.
An Lan's entire body froze. She quickly reacted, fumbling to pull the quilt back up to cover herself tightly, and then glared at Huo Zhanting. She recalled everything from last night and thought she should never have trusted this liar, Huo Zhanting!
Although it didn't go all the way in the end, her legs were still weak now.
"What time is it now?" The moment An Lan spoke, she was stunned. She didn't know if it was because she overused her voice, but her voice sounded as rough as a broken drum. She covered her mouth with both hands.
