It was not yet morning.
Chen Yuan was the first to wake in the bedroom.
He had been the first to fall asleep the night before, and he'd slept soundly until the sky was still dark, not opening his eyes once. It was an incredibly satisfying slumber. When he awoke, his neck was sore. He subconsciously adjusted his position, rolling onto his side.
A few seconds passed.
His brain finally started working again.
After a moment of dazed confusion, a flood of questions hit Chen Yuan.
'How did I fall asleep?'
'What happened last night? Why can't I remember anything?'
'Why is this bed so soft? And what's that amazing smell?'
He struggled to pry his eyes open.
The bedroom was still dim, the curtains drawn tight. Chen Yuan's eyes widened at the sight before him—lying on her side, facing him, was Jiangg Ning in a silk nightgown.
