At two o'clock in the morning, He Buyu woke up in a daze. She nestled in Yan Sheng's arms, her curled up posture causing half of her body to become numb. Like a domineering child, he held his favorite toy tightly in his arms, and his warm breath tickled her eyelashes.
Concept: She is neither stupid nor clever. He is not scheming and has no talent for pleasing people. How can a salt-based woman be happy?