Before long, Mu Ziqing sleepily opened her eyes and rubbed them.
Then she remembered something and hurriedly turned her head. Only after seeing Su Chen did she relax her tightly furrowed brows.
It seemed she hadn't been dreaming. Su Chen had really won the National Competition last night and come back safe and sound.
After looking at Su Chen, she glanced at Lin Wanxue, who was sleeping on his right.
Seeing that Sister Wanxue was still asleep, Mu Ziqing carefully rolled over. Then she realized that Su Chen's arm was beneath the back of her head.
She quickly lifted her head and carefully moved Su Chen's arm out, then gently massaged it.
His arm had been beneath the back of her head all night. It must be sore.
After massaging it for a while, she worried she might wake Su Chen, so she gently lowered his arm and scooted her little body toward the edge of the bed. That way, his arm could rest naturally on the mattress.
Then she propped herself up with one hand, rested the back of her head against it, and gazed at Su Chen.
There had been too many people around last night, so she hadn't dared look at Su Chen for long. Besides, she'd had some wine, and it was already very late. At three in the morning, she'd fallen onto the bed and gone straight to sleep.
It was like fighting a battle for days on end and then suddenly relaxing—she'd fallen asleep the moment she touched the bed.
She'd woken up now because her body had formed a biological clock. She woke automatically at six thirty.
Luckily, she'd woken early. Sister Wanxue was still asleep, and so was Brother Su Chen.
That meant she could quietly take a good look at Su