Lan Yuchu looked down at Lin Qiyue and said, "I'll just take a short break, I won't do anything."

Lin Qiyue breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him say that.

He carried her back to the room and put her directly on the bed. The two of them were very close, and their eyes looked different when they looked at each other.

Lan Yuchu knew that she was shy and didn't dare to look him in the eye, so he stopped teasing her and covered her with a blanket.

"Go to sleep, I'll wake you up later." His voice was very magnetic.

It was so hot, and he was still holding Lin Qiyue, saying, "Go turn on the fan!" He looked like he was about to break out in a sweat.

Lan Yuchu got up and turned on the fan, and then she heard the sound of the fan.

He was still holding her, blocking the airflow from the fan. Lin Qiyue really wanted to tell him to stop holding her.

But in the end, she didn't say it, because she had already seen the man asleep with his eyes closed.

This is the first time I've seen a man's face this close up; his good looks stand up even up close.

She started giggling; this man was hers.

Overjoyed, she gradually fell asleep.

In the afternoon, Lan Yuchu woke her up.

"Little sleepyhead, wake up!" A soft voice called in her ear. The sound made Lin Qiyue feel a ticklish sensation on her back. "Stop it, sleep a little longer!"

Lan Yuchu raised an eyebrow, a hint of helplessness creeping into her smile, but she still respected Lin Qiyue's request and said softly, "Okay, sleep for another half hour."

Hearing a satisfactory answer, Lin Qiyue continued to sleep in Lan Yuchu's arms.

Soon, half an hour had passed.

Lan Yuchu slid his hand under her neck and lifted Lin Qiyue's head up with force, while his other hand was around her waist.

Seeing that she still looked sleepy, he chuckled and repeated what he had just said: "Little sleepyhead, wake up!"

Still sleepy, Lin Qiyue was unwilling to open her eyes.

Looking at her, he leaned her on his shoulder, raised his eyebrows and laughed a few times, then kissed her ear.

The sensitive Lin Qiyue used her hands to create distance.

Lan Yuchu turned his head slightly and looked down at her, who looked tired, and tidied his messy hair.

"If you don't get up, I'll—" The voice carried a hint of meaning. Lin Qiyue immediately looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, and nodded softly, "Okay, I'm up!"