In her semi-conscious state, Anran felt the warmth leave her and heard some slight rustling that, although not loud, awakened her.
She opened her eyes slightly to see that the light in the room was still very dim. Only a fraction of morning light shone through the curtains, though it wasn't illuminating enough.
Turning her head slowly, she saw that Su Yicheng had gotten out of bed and was standing in front of the closet as he changed into his sportswear. Then, he turned his head, and his eyes locked with Anran's sleepy eyes. He froze, then burst out laughing. "Did I wake you up?"
Seeing that she didn't answer, Su Yicheng approached her, stooped down in front of the bed, then felt her forehead. After confirming that she didn't have a fever, he stared into her eyes as he stroked her face and asked with a faint smile, "What's wrong? Not feeling well?"