As Yan Feifan drifted in and out of consciousness, his face felt incredibly itchy.
He slowly opened his eyes to find a mess of jet-black hair. At the same time, a strange yet pleasant sensation registered in his right hand.
Yan Feifan subconsciously squeezed twice.
It was incredibly soft and springy.
That texture, combined with the full, round shape he couldn't quite cup in his hand, made Yan Feifan instantly realize where his hand was.
At the same time, he became wide awake in an instant.
Noting that Yu Suye didn't react, Yan Feifan cautiously pulled his right hand back.
As he brushed the dozens of stray hairs from his face, Yan Feifan took in his and Yu Suye's sleeping positions.
Yu Suye's back was turned to him, and she was practically lying in his embrace with one of her legs draped over his.
Yan Feifan listened carefully.
Yu Suye's breathing was soft and rhythmic, which put him at ease. 'She must still be asleep,' he thought.
He couldn't help but twitch his nose and take a sniff. A lovely, light, and elegant fragrance was deeply soothing.
It must be Yu Suye's natural scent. It was quite nice.
Yan Feifan sniffed again, and suddenly realized something.
'What about my left hand?'
He had completely lost all sensation in his left hand.
It was then that Yan Feifan discovered Yu Suye was using his left arm as a pillow…
He moved her leg, sat up slowly, then lifted her head to slide his own pillow underneath it, freeing his arm in the process.
Throughout the entire process, Yu Suye was dead to the world, sleeping like a log without the slightest sign of waking.
Yan Feifan got off the sofa, picked up the pillow that had fallen on the floor, placed it on the armrest, and began to massage his numb left arm.
A good three to five minutes passed before he began to feel his left hand again, accompanied by an excruciating pins-and-needles sensation.
A moment later, Yan Feifan picked up his phone from the coffee table. The screen showed it was 2:51 PM.
He also saw an unread message from his sister.
Yan Feifan opened it. She had asked him to call her back when he woke up.
He quickly straightened himself up. Not wanting to wake Yu Suye, he slipped out to the public restroom at the end of the hall to relieve himself. Once in the hallway, he dialed his sister's number.
"Feifan, are you well-rested?"
"Well enough, I guess!"
Yan Feifan let out a small yawn and asked, "Sis, what's up?"
"Around lunchtime, that Lu Yao came to see me. He said he wanted to apologize for his words and actions last night."
After a pause, Yan Ziruo's voice came through the phone again, but her tone had become much more serious.
"Feifan, what's this about Yu Suye's kleptomania?"
"Did you know about it before?"
'That Lu Yao is really asking for trouble,' Yan Feifan thought.
"Sis, I've known about this for a while."
"Su Ye has already been receiving counseling from Mr. Tan in psychiatry. She has this bad habit under control and hasn't had a relapse."
"Sis, what else did that guy say?"
Yan Ziruo's voice sounded again in Yan Feifan's ear. "As long as you already knew, then I'm relieved."
"If she didn't lie to you, then she's one of the good ones."
"Lu Yao said that to make up for last night, he'll give you and Su Ye a year without bothering you."
"After a year, if your relationship is still going strong, or if you even get married, he will offer his sincere blessings."
"During this one year, Lu Yao said he would focus on his studies and career, achieve something great, and make Su Ye see him in a new light."
Yan Feifan couldn't help but laugh softly. "So he hasn't given up after all."
Yan Ziruo laughed on the other end of the line. "It doesn't matter how hard he works. Compared to a genius like you, he's nothing. They all are."
Yan Feifan yawned again and asked, "Sis, is there anything else? If not, I'm going to hang up."
"Wait, Feifan, is that Tang Zheng really resigning to start his own business?"
Yan Feifan grunted in affirmation. "His girlfriend is rich. She bought Zhiyin Medical."
"So he submitted his resignation to the director. He's going to be the boss now."
Yan Ziruo tsked over the phone. "I see. It doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman—if you're attractive enough, you can skip a decade of hard work."
"Feifan, I'm thinking about getting plastic surgery again."
"You're a very skilled plastic surgeon now. Tell me the truth, are you confident you can make me even prettier?"