The next morning, the "TOOT TOOT" of a ship's horn sounded from outside the window.
A freighter glided slowly across the Huangpu River, waking many of the people sleeping on both banks.
Meng Jie slowly opened her eyes. Just as she was about to sit up, she realized she was lying in Chen Yansen's arms. Startled, she quickly threw back the covers and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her pajamas were still perfectly intact.
Chen Yansen was lying on his side, facing her. His lips were beautifully shaped, and his nose was high and straight.
For some reason, Meng Jie recalled a certain saying about men with high-bridged noses. She gave Chen Yansen a gentle shake. Seeing no reaction, she bravely lifted a corner of the blanket and peeked down.
Her heart pounded like a drum, and her cheeks flushed as she slowly ducked her little head under the covers.
Chen Yansen, who had been sound asleep, suddenly rolled over, clamping Meng Jie's head between his legs.
