Long Jinjing stared at Lu Zihao through dazed, sleepy, half-lidded eyes.
"Ah, I'm dreaming of you again, you jerk," she mumbled before closing her eyes and falling asleep again.
When her breathing became deep and regular again, Lu Zihao slowly released the breath he didn't notice that he was holding.
"A jerk, huh." He raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips raising into a devilish smirk.
She had never called him such names to his face before. Was this how she thought of him now or did she always thought of him as a jerk? For some reason, he didn't feel insulted. On the contrary, he found it quite refreshing that his little Miss Prim and Proper lady could also utter words of insult about him.
Then her breath hitched all of a sudden and a single tear escaped from the corner of her eye. "Nikolai…."
