Lian Xinying looked at the sleeping Yan Ye, the impulse in her heart was still strong.
Knowing well that he was asleep now, and that disturbing his sleep wasn't good, she just couldn't control her hand.
She reached towards Yan Ye's face, her fingers sliding across his cheek, the delicate touch very familiar.
Finally, her fingers landed on his earlobe.
She pinched it lightly.
He opened his eyes.
Fortunately, his eyes were not the red ones from the dream, but a very natural brown.
A dream is always just a dream, yet Lian Xinying couldn't escape that dreamland.
"What are you doing?" Yan Ye saw Lian Xinying standing beside him, maintaining the previous posture, so he hoarsely asked with a hint of challenge.
After he asked, he reached out to push away Lian Xinying's small hand that was near his ear.
At this time of day, her suddenly coming over with that posture was particularly strange.
Lian Xinying looked at him, her expression somewhat blank.
