When Lin Qi woke up, he was in Mo Yanyu's arms.
The two were lying face to face, her head resting on his arm, her arms wrapped around his waist, her face buried in his chest, nestled in his arms.
His other hand rested on her waist, hugging her tightly.
"Mo Yanyu, why are you here, us?"
"We slept."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
