Ye Li thought that once Fu Yanci left, she could finally sleep comfortably.
Yet, almost as soon as she fell asleep, she plunged into another nightmare.
She did not know how long it had been when a faint, cool fragrance filled her senses, and she was enveloped in warmth; it was like Ye Li had surfaced from nearly suffocating at the bottom of the sea.
The warmth rushed over her as if the warm sun was above her head, basking her in gentle sunlight, and Ye Li sank back into deep sleep.
When she opened her eyes again, Ye Li comfortably snuggled up a bit more.
In the next instant, she froze.
If holding Fu Yanci's pajamas last time had made her unbearably embarrassed, this time was absolutely worse.
The man was lying on his back, his body maintaining a good posture even in sleep.
And she, she had both arms tightly wrapped around his waist, with her cheek pressed against his chest.
One of her legs was boldly draped over his.