Her eyelids slowly fluttered open and she yawned, her arms taking a good stretch. Her gaze suddenly met a firm obstruction and she blinked.
Her eyes traced the contours of the chest before her up to the jaw and then the face of the man, who was barely in a half-sitting, half-lying position on the corner of the bed. His head rested back on the wall, his neck at an odd angle.
Shui gasped.
What is he doing here sleeping like this?
She tried to gently wake him up and noticed that she had firmly held onto his hand like how firm a newborn baby's clutch was. Her brow twitched.
Did I do something like that last night?
She did faintly remember feeling very drowsy and sleepy but nothing after that.
So I hogged his bed and didn't allow him to sleep like a human either. Ugh, I am shameless…
Barely fitting in the tight corner in all kinds of odd angles pricked her. She cleared her throat to stir him awake. There wasn't any response, so she turned to his side and slowly poked his cheek.
