The next morning, Jia Li wakes up because of the hand that was gently squeezing her boob. She slowly opened her eyes and yawned, before glancing at the hand that was touching her.
She turned over to glance at Fu Hua, and their eyes met.
"Good Morning!" Jia Li greeted as she moved his hand away from her boob.
"Morning!" Fu Hua replied with his gaze on her.
Jia Li couldn't stand his gaze, and so sat up and tried to get out of bed, but knowing she was still naked, and her clothes a little far from her, she had to think twice.
Fu Hua glanced at her hair which was still in a bun and stretched his hands to set it free, and it was too late for Jia Li to catch her hair.
Fu Hua watched her long black-ink hair fall behind her like waves. He appreciated her hair and even sat up to admire it.
As Jia glanced at him, she caught his gaze on her hair and wondered what was so special about her hair.
