After sleeping for more than ten hours in one breath, Han Yingying stretched comfortably, preparing to get up and go for her wedding photo shoot.
But as she stretched halfway, she encountered an obstacle.
It seemed like she hit something, something a bit soft.
Confused, she opened her eyes to see what she had hit, and immediately her eyes widened, her small mouth slightly opening.
It was, Shen Mosheng's face...
She quickly retracted her hand, feigned composure, and preempted by accusing, "Shen Mosheng, why are you pressing your face against my hand?"
Shen Mosheng, who had struggled to fall asleep until late at night, opened his eyes, looking at her vaguely, "Yingying?"
His half-opened, half-closed eyes were full of bewilderment, seductive yet innocent.
His voice, lacking a few notes of sharpness, was husky from just waking up, enticing in a different way.
Different from his usual seriousness, he looked exceptionally sexy at the moment.