In a blur, Lin Fan felt like he was surrounded by something wonderfully soft. He reached out to touch, trying to figure out what it was, but he couldn't. It just felt inexplicably pleasant.
At this moment, Anna awoke and found herself resting on Lin Fan's lap, her arms tightly wrapped around his leg.
Lin Fan was asleep on the couch, his hand resting on Anna in a rather awkward position. If he weren't in such a deep sleep, Anna would have thought he was doing it on purpose.
Anna quickly let go of him, then removed Lin Fan's hand, sat up, and hastily checked herself over, relieved to find no signs of disturbance.
If Lin Fan had done anything inappropriate while she was drunk, she would definitely have killed him.
Her movements woke Lin Fan up, and he felt as if he'd been suddenly pulled away from that incredibly soft and comfortable place, waking up immediately.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Lin Fan asked, "Is it morning?"
