A little past six in the morning, Gu Yanjing woke up.
He sat up and looked at Qiao Yuxian on the bed.
Last night, Qiao Yuxian had placed the pillow at the foot of the bed, laying flat on her back with her hands folded over her body, her sleeping posture very proper.
But now... she was sprawled across the bed.
One leg straight, the other bent, she lay on her stomach with one arm hanging off the bed, the other hugging the pillow, her hair draping over the edge of the bed, barely not touching the floor.
The quilt was only covering a corner of her body, with most of it having fallen to the ground.
Gu Yanjing sat on the sofa, watching her.
He had heard the person on the bed stir from time to time throughout the night.
Although he slept through the night, the sounds never ceased.
After sitting on the sofa for a while longer, he got up, pulled the quilt that was not touching the floor over Qiao Yuxian, then grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe and left the room.
