The thing that woke Xiang Qichen was a series of incessant phone alarm rings.
He frowned impatiently, planning to grab his phone to turn off the alarm. As he exerted some force on his waist, he felt like something heavy was pressing down on him, making him unable to move.
Instinctively, Xiang Qichen reached towards his waist to push it away.
His palm felt a sudden warmth, and the touch was unexpectedly smooth and delicate.
Xiang Qichen pinched it more curiously.
This shape, it seems to be... a thigh?
Thigh...
Thigh?!
He abruptly opened his eyes. The room was dark, with the bright light blocked by the blackout curtains. Only a little light seeped through the top of the curtain.
Xiang Qichen felt something was seriously wrong and turned his head to the left.
The girl in front of him had her long hair scattered, her skin fair, lips slightly parted, sleeping soundly.
He suddenly sat up, moving so abruptly that he woke the person next to him.
