The sky was just beginning to lighten.
Gu Yanshen snapped his eyes open; the headache of a hangover didn't greet him, replaced by an unprecedented clarity and refreshment.
When his body moved, he sensed something amiss.
Under his arm was a soft, warm feeling, and all around his nostrils was the sweet scent of jasmine mixed with a fragrance that captivated him even more.
He held his neck stiff, inch by inch lowering his head.
Lin Wan Yi was curled up like a cat in the crook of his arm, sleeping soundly, with a lingering blush on her porcelain-white cheeks, her long eyelashes casting two small shadows in the morning light.
The wild and uncontrollable scenes from last night burst forth in his mind like exploding fireworks.
And that single voice... squeezed out from his own throat, soft and sticky... that calling.
"Boom!"
A wave of heat rushed up from his spine to the top of his head.
Gu Yanshen's tall frame instantly tensed into a solid board.
