The aftereffects of the low fever made her head feel groggy and uncomfortable the next morning.
Song Yinyin struggled to open her bleary eyes, and suddenly, a man's handsome face came into view.
In that instant, she was fully awake.
What was going on?
Why was she in such an ambiguous posture, lying in Lu Jihan's arms, her hands wrapped around his shoulders, her face pressed against his chest, and her legs draped over his firm waist...?
She closed her eyes, waited for two seconds, then reopened them to realize this wasn't a dream, because his face remained clearly visible.
Her mind was in a daze.
At the same time, her heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Though last night's memories were fuzzy, she remembered ripping into Song Anqi at Doctor Ji's birthday banquet.
Song Anqi set a trap, almost making her a thief, but she exposed her, and her hand got injured in the process.
Afterward, she saw her father, Song Huaizhong, and got back her grandfather's inheritance.
