She whipped her head around.
Lu Fan was lying beside her, on his side, facing her. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was even.
His face was so close, so close she could see the curve of his eyelashes and count the faint line between his brows.
His arm was draped over her blanket, his fingers slightly curled, as if grasping for something in a dream.
Jiang Yixia's mind went completely blank with a buzz.
The next second, she instinctively lifted her leg and kicked out hard.
THUD!!
A muffled thud. It was the sound of a heavy object hitting the floor.
Lu Fan tumbled completely off the bed, letting out a muffled groan.
"Ouch!" He clutched his head, wincing as he opened his eyes. He stared blankly at the ceiling, then at Jiang Yixia, who was now sitting up in bed. In a hoarse, aggrieved voice, he asked, "What was that for…"
