Su Yifeng, lying on the sofa, had a flushed face, with his arms wrapped around an empty wine bottle, sprawled out in a carefree manner.
The Attendant following behind was very observant and quickly turned off the music inside the room, turning on a bright light.
Perhaps the light was too dazzling. Su Yifeng felt the reflected light piercing him. He turned slightly and struggled to open his dazed eyes. Instantly, a slender figure he deeply yearned for appeared in his vision.
Ever since he fell for An Yin, her delicate face always appeared in his dreams inadvertently.
In those dreams, she sometimes giggled, sometimes shyly spoke in a low voice. No matter which expression, it lingered long enough for him to savor when he woke up.
At this moment, he looked at her, so close, through his drunken haze. He dared not close his eyes, fearing she would disappear in the blink of an eye.
"An Yin..." he sighed softly, deep love reflected in his eyes that was hard to ignore.
