Qin Luo awoke, slowly propping himself up on the bed, rubbing his eyes first: "What happened to me?"
Chuzheng stood next to him, not too pleased: "You're asking me?"
Qin Luo put down his hand from rubbing his eyes and hugged Chuzheng tightly.
Chuzheng lost her balance, and the two of them fell directly onto the bed, rolling together.
There was clearly no real tactile sensation, yet Chuzheng felt a strange feeling, as if she had truly touched that young man.
"Xiao Chu."
Qin Luo called her softly.
He didn't say anything else, just snuggled her like a puppy.
Chuzheng pushed him a few times but couldn't get him off, so she had to give up: "Do you remember what happened before?"
Qin Luo replied with a hum: "I don't remember."
All he remembered was that after parting from Chuzheng, he suddenly fell into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was Chuzheng.
