The black hair lay softly, smoothing out some of his cold and hard disposition.
The sofa could fit at most three people, but for someone of his height, it was too small. He was curled up, covered with a blanket, which had already slipped down past his waist and was hanging down to the floor.
Jiang Ruan walked over, helped him pull up the blanket, squatted by the sofa, and propped her chin to look at him.
Yan Chi was truly very handsome. No wonder that even after graduating, he still captivated so many girls at school.
Thinking about how the senior, admired by everyone, was actually her boyfriend, Jiang Ruan felt an indescribable pleasure. She lifted her hand, gently pressing it between his eyebrows. How could he frown even while asleep? She pressed twice without any reaction, worried about waking him, she withdrew her hand.
She stood up, bent down, and lightly pecked his face—a soft, fluttering kiss.
