When she woke up again, it was almost noon.
She opened her drowsy eyes and found someone staring blankly at her.
"Hey!" Su Jia waved her hand in front of him, looking indifferent, "Good morning."
Lu Yanhe still stared at her, without any reaction.
She turned over, ready to sit up from the bed, but felt his grip tighten a bit more.
Su Jia leaned back into his arms, looked up with a soft smile, "What's up?"
As she asked, she deliberately put on a shy expression.
Lu Yanhe saw it and sneered, "What, you've already done it, and now you're trying to act innocent—isn't it too late for that?"
"Um…" Su Jia frowned, thought for a while, then softly defended herself, "I think we were just too swept up in the passion last night."
Lu Yanhe's eyes slightly raised at the corners, and the muscles on his face twitched, like a fierce storm was about to occur.
