When Han Zhinan woke up again, everything was pitch black.
She felt a little groggy and for a moment didn't know where she was.
She thought she was at her own home, groggily rubbing her eyes to get up.
As she moved, Lu Nuanyang woke up.
Lu Nuanyang was dreaming, and it was a little colorful; he was pressing Han Zhinan down doing unspeakable things.
With the person's movement beside him, he woke up and realized under his hand was smooth, tender skin.
In an instant, he was fully awake.
"Nannan?"
Han Zhinan blinked in confusion.
How did she hear Lu Nuanyang's voice?
Lu Nuanyang turned on a small lamp at the bedside.
Han Zhinan closed her eyes and opened them again, seeing the boy beside her, she instinctively hugged her chest.
Lu Nuanyang was amused at once by her action.
He reached to pull her hand, "What, slept with me, and still so shy?"
Slowly, all of last night came back to Han Zhinan.
They both drank, and then just... fell asleep.
Nothing happened.
