Turning around while supporting herself, Su Anle turned back and met a pair of dark, smiling eyes.
Sheng Jianan lay on the bed, propping his head with one hand, looking down at the person beside him, smiling: "Awake?"
Su Anle's rationality had completely dissipated; she couldn't refuse Sheng Jianan, neither in the past nor now, but that didn't mean she could pretend nothing had happened.
Her gaze returned to calm, and Su Anle wrapped herself in the quilt and sat up, reaching out to pick up her clothes that had been stripped off by Sheng Jianan. However, the man had already picked up the prepared clothes: "Those can't be worn anymore, wear this."
Su Anle glanced at him, took the clothes. It's not that she wasn't being pretentious, but that she couldn't be; the clothes on the floor indeed couldn't be worn anymore.
