In a sleepy daze, Yan Feifan felt a terrible tickle in his nose.
He opened his eyes to see a pair of smiling, crescent-moon-shaped eyes just inches away, and a small hand holding a lock of hair.
Last night, Yan Feifan hadn't returned to Zuimo Court. Instead, he'd crashed for the night in Qin Ying's medical research office again.
This lifestyle was much like his life before the accident that had left him in a coma.
Back then, whenever he worked late and the trip home seemed too far, Yan Feifan would grab a blanket and sleeping bag and find an empty lounge or office to crash in for the night.
Things were much more comfortable now, by comparison.
Even when sleeping in the research office, the sofa was plenty wide. There was a pillow and a thin blanket, and he even had pajamas and a change of underwear that he'd left here before. The comfort level wasn't bad at all.
Most importantly, it was quiet here at night, so no one would bother him.
