An hour later, Qin Hai opened his eyes.
He stretched, yawned, and sat up from the bed, his bones making crisp cracking sounds.
Perhaps because both the pillow and the blanket were pleasantly fragrant, Qin Hai had slept wonderfully.
The only thing he didn't know was whether this bed belonged to Xiao Nannan or Xiao Lingling. If it was Xiao Lingling's, that would be fine, but if it was Xiao Nannan's, wouldn't that mean he had just slept in his future aunt's bed?
After getting out of bed, Qin Hai sat on the edge, rubbed his face, and looked around the room, only to discover Xiao Nannan's police uniform hanging on a clothes rack in the corner. No need to wonder any further—this was definitely Xiao Nannan's boudoir.
Realizing he had actually slept on his future aunt's bed, Qin Hai couldn't help but sweat a little and hurriedly put on his shoes to walk toward the door.
Before he could leave the room, the door opened and Xiao Nannan appeared at the entrance.