Jiang Beiyu woke up in the middle of the night; the light in his room was still on.
It was probably around two or three in the morning.
When he awoke, he felt a heaviness on his chest as if something was pressing down on it, not heavy, but with something unknown pressing on him, he couldn't continue to sleep.
Upon opening his eyes, what he saw was a fluffy head resting on his chest, the face wasn't clear, but however he looked at it, the small head seemed familiar.
The moment he opened his eyes, he thought the small head looked rather cute.
Jiang Beiyu almost thought there was something wrong with his eyes.
But then he pushed the head aside, and upon seeing the face more clearly, it wasn't some strange ghost; it was Su Nanzhi.
Su Nanzhi.
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
A man and a woman alone together, in such close proximity, if seen by others, even if they jumped into the Yellow River, they wouldn't be able to clear their names.