She'd been too busy recently, healing two S-rank males in a row. It had taken a huge toll on her spiritual power and stamina.
Making the most of some rare downtime, Jiang Qingli slept all the way until the afternoon on Sunday.
When Jiang Qingli had fallen asleep, she had been in her own room, on her own bed, hugging a fox tail.
When she woke again, she found herself curled up on the sofa, her head pillowed on the young man's thigh, which was clad in suit pants. Her forehead rested against his abs through his shirt, and a hand was on her back, patting her gently.
From this angle, the moment she opened her eyes, she saw Cat Teacher's slightly raised face. His bone structure was so exceptional that even looking up at him from this notoriously unflattering angle revealed no flaws.
Yuan Shimo was reviewing some documents while simultaneously lulling her to sleep.
