"What are you trying to do?"
A muffled and hoarse voice sounded above her head.
Jiang Yuan's sleepiness vanished in an instant.
Why did she seem to hear Brother Yan's voice?
Jiang Yuan opened her eyes suspiciously, catching sight of a black silk pajama top, which she remembered, if not mistaken, belonged to Brother Yan.
Jiang Yuan blinked to make sure she wasn't seeing things, then realized she was clinging onto Brother Yan like an octopus, her entire body froze, and her mind went blank.
"I must be dreaming," she muttered, and then closed her eyes again.
Jiayan, who hadn't been able to close his eyes all night waiting for this girl to wake up: ...
Looking at the little girl who had tortured him all night, he felt both annoyed and amused at the same time.
Jiang Yuan told herself she was dreaming, but what she felt beneath her was so real that she could even sense the rise and fall of his chest. Her hand involuntarily touched him.
