The rays of morning sun fell on An Xiulan's face and she groaned. Who switched on the light? Her head was throbbing. It felt like someone was beating drums inside her head. She felt like pulling her hair. Troubled with a headache, she opened her eyes to find herself in a familiar room. She was not sleeping in her room in her home but she was sleeping in Han Zixin's house.
She gasped as she felt the weight of a heavy arm on her stomach. Slowly, she turned to find Han Zixin sleeping beside her. He was facing her side and from such a close angle, he was appearing as a serene angel sleeping.
Everything about him was out of the world beautiful but when he was asleep, there was just another beauty about it that she could not explain in words. Unconsciously, she touched her face with her finger. She mapped his face with her finger. She had no intention of stopping it but she didn't wish to wake him either.
