BUZZ—
The terminal on the bedside table vibrated softly, disturbing the quiet of the room.
A pale, elegant hand reached out from under the thin blanket, slowly groping for the terminal. But before it touched the device, it brushed against something as soft and smooth as satin.
The long fingers froze at the unfamiliar sensation.
Pale golden lashes trembled. Yuan Shimo fought against a splitting headache and forced his eyes open, only to be shocked wide awake by the sight before him—
He was lying on his side on a bed with pale blue sheets, face to face with Jiang Qingli, sleeping in an embrace!
The girl was nestled in the crook of his arm, her features picturesque in the morning light.
She seemed to be sleeping restlessly, her knees slightly bent. One hand was curled in front of her, while the other was clutching his clothes—
Yuan Shimo glanced down and sucked in a sharp breath.
His silk shirt from last night had been changed into pajamas!
'Who changed them?!'
