Dou Xingyu slept all the way until the next morning. She slowly woke up on the soft surface of Xi Mengsi. She drowsily opened her sleepy eyes and stretched out her hand from under the blanket to touch the spot beside her.
However, he found that he was already cold to the point where it was transparent. Thinking about this, he frowned and propped up his head. He struggled to open his sleepy eyes and looked around, but did not see Chen Qu's shadow.
This person, he was so early in the morning, where did he run off to?
Dou Xingyu couldn't find the tall and devilish figure she was looking for.
"Where did he go?"
Dou Xingyu finally asked in puzzlement. After that, she loosened her neck that she had just used to lift him and firmly smashed it into the pillow beneath her head.
He closed his eyes in a daze.
After a long while, as she was half asleep and half awake, she felt a big hand slowly caressing her face. The itchy feeling made her frown.