Like a sunbathing cat searching for the most comfortable position, satisfied, he buried his entire handsome face in her chest, clutching her tightly like an octopus, then—continued his beautiful dream?
This posture made things even more ambiguous. She looked at the new situation, a bit at a loss. Especially, his hair, both long and short, lay on her chest like a kitten's curls. His hot breath sprayed over her, hot and a little ticklish.
"Zexiao? Zexiao..."
She called softly, afraid that if she woke him, she would have even less chance of escape. Once this childlike man awoke, he wouldn't let her go.
"Hmm? Honey, you're awake?"
Her calling indeed woke the half-asleep man. Yu Zexiao slightly lifted his head from her chest, his eyes bleary as he looked at the woman right in front of him. Then, he glanced blankly at the alarm clock beside him, took a long moment for his pupils to focus, and finally saw the time on it.
