The next morning, Ye Fan heard noises outside the car and woke up from a deep sleep, suddenly feeling a soft body in his arms, and immediately remembered the events of the last night.
Upon opening his eyes, he saw Zhao Lina completely curled up in his arms, her pretty face resting on his chest, sleeping soundly.
He couldn't recall when during the night Zhao Lina had turned to face him, her arms circling his waist, her entire body pressing tightly against him, in a position ripe with intimacy; anyone who didn't know better might think they were up to something indecent under the blanket.
However, at that moment, Ye Fan's mind was completely free of distractions as he gazed at Zhao Lina's beautiful sleeping face.
Although she had lost blood to poison last night and her usually rosy cheeks were somewhat pale, it did not detract from Zhao Lina's beauty; rather, Ye Fan found something pitiful in her slightly pale face.
