Xia Xiyan sleeps very lightly.
After sensing something was wrong, she suddenly opened her eyes.
Then she immediately sat up, "Who?"
"Don't be afraid, it's me."
A deep, magnetic voice.
Xiyan quickly turned on the bedside lamp.
A faint yellow hue outlined the man's chiseled, handsome face.
Xiyan's small face darkened slightly, "Ou Jue, what exactly do you want to do?"
"Watching you sleep."
"No need, please leave."
Ou Jue's gaze was intense, his tone confident and assured, "Without me by your side, you don't sleep well."
She didn't want to admit it.
But he was indeed right...
Last night, Xiyan was nearly sleepless.
She had already gotten used to having Ou Jue's warmth beside her.
Habit is truly a frightening thing.
Yet Xiyan's face still showed no additional expression, as she pulled her blanket up, "Stop being so conceited, I don't want to dwell on how you got into my room anyway, you always have your ways. Now, I beg you to leave immediately."
