The dim light in the room created a somewhat lingering and poignant atmosphere.
No wonder they say alcohol gives you courage. Her mind felt dizzy, and she felt exceptionally light, almost effortlessly relaxing under his arm.
He hugged her soft body tightly, leaving no space between them, and took the initiative to pry open her lips…
*
"Wake up," Gu Annan's slender fingers reached her cheek and gently rubbed it.
"Stop it…" She turned over in extreme fatigue, grabbing his hand, "So tired."
His dark eyes tightly locked onto her lightly sleeping face, slightly furrowed brows—as if cake and the like had been completely forgotten.
"Really not getting up?" Gu Annan raised an eyebrow, his fingers lightly tracing her slightly swollen lips, "Don't say I didn't call you."
He threw off the covers and took a shower, then came out and put the cake on the table into the fridge.
His gaze finally landed on the cookie tin.