Jiang Sifan didn't know when he had fallen asleep.
In a daze, he felt something swirling in his mind—those long, slender legs, that fair skin, those faintly visible curves...
He rolled over, trying to grab onto something, but his hand closed on empty air.
And then he woke up.
He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling.
He stared blankly for a few seconds before remembering where he was.
A hotel.
Getting a room.
Wen Wan.
Jiang Sifan's heart skipped a beat. He turned his head and looked at the other bed.
Then, his entire body froze.
The morning light had grown brighter, slanting in through the gap in the curtains.
The light fell upon Wen Wan's bed, enveloping her completely.
She was still asleep.
At some point, she had kicked the blanket down to her waist, with only a corner of it barely resting on her hip bone.
The tie of her bathrobe had long since come undone, and the collar gaped open, revealing a large expanse of pale skin.
