Chenxing lazily opened her eyes, vaguely making out a figure moving about in the bedroom. She turned over and continued to sleep.
When she woke up again, she smelled the fragrance of tea.
She felt beneath her, not the warm bathtub, but the dry bed sheets. Languidly opening her eyes, fluffy with sleep, she tilted her head, hugging her pillow pig-like as she gazed toward the balcony.
The man was dressed in beige home clothes, with a tablet computer on his lap, a cup of tea in his left hand, looking down at whatever was on the tablet screen.
She tried to open her mouth, only to find her throat hoarse. "What time is it?"
Ah, not hoarse, but husky.
Last night... Oh, she had cried out so tragically, leaving behind consequences.
"You can sleep another hour."
"Cough, cough... cough, cough..." Chenxing felt uncomfortable in her throat and coughed forcefully a few times.
Gu Shaocheng's gaze gently drifted over, his lips curled in a smile, "Tired from last night?"
