In the morning, the first ray of sunlight shone in from the curtains and landed on the wide and soft bed.
The handsome and noble man slowly opened his eyes. As he had just woken up, his usually cold and dark eyes were slightly dazed.
His fever had subsided, but he was still exhausted.
He moved his arm, only to find that it was terribly heavy, as if something was pressing against it.
The sleepiness in his mind disappeared immediately and his dark eyes looked sharply to his side.
Seeing a delicate figure lying in his arms, he froze.
The girl in his arms seemed to be sleeping soundly, her head leaning against his uninjured arm, one hand holding his waist and the other on his leg.
Ye Jie froze for a moment.
His blurry memories from last night flooded his mind.
When he was cold, he felt a heat coming toward him.
At that time, he was in a muddled state and did not know what it was.
