Su Jianan woke up and stared at Lu Boyan in the next morning.

He was as he had always been in the morning, lazy but elegant, with a deadly grace in his random movements.

As if it were not him who had been haunted by nightmares last night and frowned deeply while sleeping.

Lu Boyan greeted Su Jianan's eyes with leisure, "Did you dream of me last night?"

"Hum..." Su Jianan shook her hand, "No..."

"Why did you stare at me ...