After the room went completely dark, silence fell, and Ye Fan could hear his own heartbeat and breathing, and of course, the breathing of Li Zhaojun, only a meter away from him, as well as the faint fragrance that belonged to her.
Was it lingering on the pillow, or wafting over from her?
Ye Fan obviously felt too embarrassed to really turn his head and sniff the pillow.
About fifteen minutes passed when he felt Li Zhaojun turn over, and then he heard her softly call out, "Ye Fan."
"Mm," Ye Fan responded, turning to face her direction, seeing that Li Zhaojun had also turned to face him.
Even without light, the window allowed a dim light to filter in, and once his eyes adjusted, it didn't feel truly dark at all.
Facing Li Zhaojun and looking at her stunningly beautiful face and bright eyes, Ye Fan's gaze softened.
"I'm having a bit of trouble sleeping," Li Zhaojun said softly.