Lin Zhengran was jolted awake by the noise. He opened his eyes and slowly turned his head.
He saw the vixen leaning against the corner of the wall, her mind seemingly short-circuiting. He observed her expressions and movements closely, afraid she was still in the same state as yesterday.
Fortunately, what he feared didn't happen.
Han Wenwen's charming fox-like eyes fluttered. Her memories were fragmented but clear enough for her to realize that she had been subconsciously acting coy and clinging to him all night...
"L-Lin Zhengran, good morning?" Han Wenwen waved her hand, pursing her lips into a smile. Her expression was a mix of indescribable awkwardness.
Lin Zhengran breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sat up. During the first half of the night, she had been so impossibly clingy that he had no choice but to sleep while holding her hand. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that he quietly slipped his hand back, his palm completely sweaty from her tight grip.
