Not long after Xue Yang had left for class, Lin Xi woke up.
She subconsciously felt the quilt beside her. It was still warm.
She scooted over to Xue Yang's side of the bed and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent as if he had never left.
"Am I being a little creepy? Ha ha."
After snuggling in bed by herself for a while, Lin Xi finally threw back the covers and got up.
Today's tasks were still daunting.
Xue Yang must have been writing the outline until very late last night, as he hadn't even turned off his computer. A new notebook lay beside it, which Lin Xi knew was the new story outline he had written for her. When she opened it, she was greeted by Xue Yang's elegant and spirited handwriting.
