Luo Chuan had not slept very comfortably.
Although the fragrant, soft Yao Ziyan had been by his side like a body pillow, the overly empty surroundings kept making him feel as though he were sleeping out in the wilderness.
The area around them was utterly vacant, and above them was a panoramic sky dome through which the flowing river of stars could be seen clearly.
It was strangely lacking in security.
Under the influence of his biological clock, Luo Chuan woke a little later than usual.
The reason was simple: he had not slept well yesterday.
Of course, he had not slept well today either.
When Luo Chuan opened his eyes, he saw a pair of crystal-clear purple eyes like glazed glass, moist as water, quietly watching him.
This girl seemed to have woken up long ago.
"Good morning," she said softly, her voice light and gentle.
"Morning."
Luo Chuan answered vaguely, closed his eyes again, and conveniently burrowed deeper beneath the covers.
"Not getting up?" Yao Ziyan asked.
"It's still early." Luo Chuan sounded as though he were talking in his sleep, his voice a murmur. "Let me drown in this warm ocean."
Yao Ziyan froze for a moment, pondering what exactly he meant.
She understood soon enough.
Feeling the strange sensation against her chest, Yao Ziyan's eyes slowly widened, hardly daring to believe it.
A few seconds later, an embarrassed, furious voice shattered the morning silence.
"Luo Chuan!"
"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I won't do that again."
Luo Chuan sat on the several-hundred-square-meter bed, apologizing earnestly.
Yao Ziyan sat some distance away with her arms folded, her chest heaving violently and her face flushed so red it seemed ready to drip.
After spending so long together, Luo Chuan had long understood this girl's personality.
First of all,