Before him was a blindingly bright light.
He was awake, but it felt as if he wasn't.
Qin Muye's mind was still in a fog.
He pushed himself up with one hand, but it met empty air, and he rolled off the sofa onto the floor.
The dull thud and the feel of the wool carpet under his hand left Qin Muye a little dazed.
He looked down and was instantly wide awake.
Qin Muye: "..."
At this moment, the silence was deafening.
A mumbled female voice came from behind him. "What's wrong?"
Jiang Qingli wasn't fully awake yet, her voice soft and syrupy.
A roar went through Qin Muye's head as he snatched a throw pillow and shoved it between his legs.
He said stiffly, "It's nothing!"
But he got no reply.
Qin Muye took a few deep breaths, then looked back. Jiang Qingli had fallen asleep again, her breathing even.
Qin Muye: "..."
'She sure is a heavy sleeper.'
Qin Muye glanced down, pinched the bridge of his nose, and couldn't suppress his irritation.
Fuck!
What the hell is this!
