Zhao Bin woke up feeling severe headache, and then he felt a man lying next to him, turning his head and looking at his face instantly changed into embarrassment.

Yang Lele's long eyelashes were tightly closed, and his delicate facial features were present in front of him at the moment, and his opponent's head pressed on his arm.

No wonder his arm felt numb. It was because the man in front of him pressed his arm and relieved him that each other's clothes were neat, at least nothing had happened.

He is not a gentleman, but he will not provoke people around him. Yang Lele is his friend. He does...