As Yan Feifan drifted in and out of consciousness, his face felt incredibly itchy.
He slowly opened his eyes to find a mess of jet-black hair. At the same time, a strange yet pleasant sensation registered in his right hand.
Yan Feifan subconsciously squeezed twice.
It was incredibly soft and springy.
That texture, combined with the full, round shape he couldn't quite cup in his hand, made Yan Feifan instantly realize where his hand was.
At the same time, he became wide awake in an instant.
Noting that Yu Suye didn't react, Yan Feifan cautiously pulled his right hand back.
As he brushed the dozens of stray hairs from his face, Yan Feifan took in his and Yu Suye's sleeping positions.
Yu Suye's back was turned to him, and she was practically lying in his embrace with one of her legs draped over his.
Yan Feifan listened carefully.
Yu Suye's breathing was soft and rhythmic, which put him at ease. 'She must still be asleep,' he thought.
