Fang Zhihan cleared his throat loudly to bring the two people on the bed out of their trance.
Mo Roulan immediately sat up on the bed as the thing started to make sense for her.
Yes, …she was sitting beside He Jian because he was holding her hand and then she ….and then she slept.
As she saw Fang Zhihan and Chu Feng standing in the room and looking at them with amused and straight faces respectively, she suddenly wanted to beat herself up.
How could she let such a stupid thing happen?
She slept on He Jian's bed.
Mo Roulan suddenly felt like crying.
He Jian's hand that had automatically fallen away from Mo Roulan's forehead when she suddenly got up, laid on the bed alone.
He glanced at Mo Roulan and frowned when he noticed the embarrassment on her face. Adding to that, she looked like she was about to cry.
