Shu Qiqi's sweet dreams were interrupted, and she stretched out her hand irritably to brush off the nuisance.
Leng Yichen found her pouty, furrowed brows amusing.
He bent down slightly and leaned in closer.
Unexpectedly, at that moment, Shu Qiqi suddenly opened her eyes.
Eye to eye, it was unclear who was more embarrassed.
Shu Qiqi woke up suddenly, leaning back sharply.
Forgetting she was sitting on a stool, she fell backwards.
"Ah..."
With quick reflexes, the man reached out and grasped her.
"Idiot."
Shu Qiqi found herself hanging on the man, and upon looking up, she saw Leng Yichen's face tinged with anger.
Why did he always like to get angry? Qiqi thought of the man's previous tantrums, her brows knitting together in great displeasure.
"I saved you, you're ungrateful, and now you frown at me, have you no conscience?"
Leng Yichen held the woman, showing no intention of letting her go.
The two remained in an intimate embrace, gazing at each other.