The next day, the sky was bright.
Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Song Jiaxin, who was lying beside him like a cat. There was a bright red spot on the white bed. He could not help but smile.
Song Jiaxin seemed to have felt his gaze and let out a nasal sound before slowly opening her eyes.
Their eyes met.
Song Jiaxin, who was cold in front of her classmates and domineering in front of her friends…
At this moment, she was like a tender young lady. Her entire pretty face was blushing, and she could not help but burrow under the blanket.
Lin Fan smiled. "You must be tired from last night. I'll order some food to replenish your strength."
When Song Jiaxin heard this, her pretty face turned even redder.
However, she was indeed a little hungry. She let out a soft hum.
Lin Fan got up from his bed and picked up his phone.
A text message appeared on the screen.