A girl snuggled into a warm embrace, instinctively gravitating towards the source of heat. Her delicate, lovely face, devoid of the sharpness she had when awake, displayed the gentle charm typical of southern girls.
A small, straight, pretty nose and rosy, pouting lips.
Lin Junyang felt as if he was holding a heater in his arms, his whole body heating up.
"Thump, thump, thump," he rushed up the stairs, pushed open the guest room door, and tossed the girl onto the bed like a hot potato.
The girl simply turned over and continued sleeping, even smacking her lips twice.
Lin Junyang rubbed his forehead speechlessly, wondering what kind of bad luck had led him to encounter such a silly woman.
Seeing that the girl had made space on half the bed and that it was getting late, Lin Junyang decided to lie down on the bed fully clothed and go to sleep.
