The referee is always entangled by red strings (1)

On the morning run the next day, tears welled up in sherby's eyes as she was woken up by the alarm clock. She closed her eyes and held the blanket to the head of the bed.

He felt something warm.

She furrowed her brows and touched the side again. She felt something even hotter, and it was a little sunken.

She reached out and poked it.

It was quite sturdy, not elastic, and a little hard.

"Are you done poking?" A low and hoarse voice brushed past the tip of her ear.

After a moment's hesitation, Xia Bo 'er's brain immediately grew back. She stood at attention and relaxed. When she opened her eyes, she was already smiling like a Lackey.

"Brother Zhai, morning ..."

The word 'an' was completely swallowed by her small voice.

Luo tianlin stood at the head of the bed, his tall and straight body leaning down toward her. His tough, handsome, and cold face was almost touching hers.

Shocked, sherby immediately turned her neck away.