Winter vacation is almost over, and Leng Sichen has been living at the Leng Mansion for more than a month, yet the times I've run into him can be counted on one hand. Finally, when I did see him, facing his indifferent expression, I couldn't muster the courage to speak to him.
Xia Yuxun went to bed early that night, as she had to register at school the next day. The next morning, when she opened her eyes, she saw Leng Sichen's enlarged handsome face, and she nearly bit her tongue in shock.
Amitabha, forgive me, who has a spring dream first thing in the morning...
Xia Yuxun frantically looked around, and after confirming that this was indeed her room, she slightly relaxed.
Facing the man who appeared on her bed as if by magic, she stiffened, not daring to move.
It was a little past four in the morning, and the outside was still grayish, with the only source of illumination being the dim small lamp by the bed.
