"..."
As soon as Yan Huan opened his eyes and saw the familiar face of Ye Lan in front of him, he thought he was still dreaming, or maybe he was just seeing things.
After all, even at this moment, Ye Lan's slightly furrowed brows had an overwhelming intensity, comparable to Ye Shiyu's, which made him feel like he was doused with a bucket of cold water, instantly waking him up.
The person he saw in front of him was not an illusion, but real!
Especially when he saw the bright light streaming through the windows behind Ye Lan, Yan Huan realized that the time he had closed his eyes must have been more than just ten or twenty minutes.
It seems he can no longer trust his body's "just a nap" feeling anymore.
Last time he slept in with Spencer and woke up late; this time, Aunt Ye showed up right at his door.
"Ye...Aunt Ye..."
Still groggy, Yan Huan felt his whole body on the verge of numbness and only realized something was covering him when he instinctively tried to get up.
