Shi Xiaoya got a shock at first, then she immediately recalled that the man on her bed was Han Zhuoling.
And she recalled everything that happened last night as well.
Even her lips started to sting a little.
She blinked and lifted her head up slightly, seeing Han Zhuoling's sleeping face.
He was sleeping soundly, and so peacefully.
The him at this moment did not look anything like the strict, aloof, and arrogant person that he usually did. He looked ever so gentle.
The little stubble around his chin and around the corners of his mouth grew a little longer than it had been last night.
Having it on his face only added a bit more of a manly charm to him.
Shi Xiaoya still felt that she was lacking a sense of reality.
Han Zhuoling to her meant way more than a male idol.
His existence was one that she did not even dare to dream about.
