His consciousness seemed submerged in a warm ocean, unwilling to wake.
Yet his biological clock kept chattering away, urging him on, clamoring as it flaunted its own existence.
After a long while, his consciousness finally left the depths of the dream, though only reluctantly.
His eyelashes trembled faintly. His mind was still foggy, his control over his body had yet to fully return, and even his thoughts were far from clear.
Simply put, he was in a state of "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"
Luo Chuan felt that there seemed to be something warm in his arms. It did not feel like a body pillow, and he instinctively reached out and gave it a squeeze.
It seemed that some sound rang out.
Luo Chuan opened his eyes, and the girl's clear, crystalline amethyst eyes appeared before him.
Very close.
"Morning."
He yawned and greeted her instinctively through his lingering drowsiness.
"Good morning, Luo Chuan."
The girl answered softly as well. She seemed somewhat hesitant, a faint blush blooming across her cheeks. Then, as if making some decision, she gently bit her lip.
"Um... could you move your hand?"
Luo Chuan's mind cleared up a little.
His hand?
He instinctively squeezed a few more times, and the red on Yao Ziyan's face seemed to deepen by several shades.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
After a long while, Luo Chuan coughed lightly.
"I was asleep. I had no idea."
He sounded as though he were explaining himself, and also as though he were looking for an excuse.
"Mm."
Yao Ziyan merely answered softly. Aside from her slightly flushed face, she did not react much and said nothing further.
But then again...
It had felt pretty good to touch. No, not pretty good—it had been very