Could That Be the Same

After Han Zhuoling tidied up, it was already 7:40.

Although Shi Xiaoya was tired, she could hear the sound of Han Zhuoling walking around and tidying up.

Han Zhuoling had already tried his best to lower down the volume, but Shi Xiaoya was remembering something, so she was not in a deep sleep.

She was too sleepy and her brain was not functioning, so she could not remember what it was.

But subconsciously, she remembered that she had something major to do and needed to wake up early.

So she still opened her eyes sleepily with great effort.

After rubbing her eyes a few times, she could finally open them. They felt sore and were stinging.

She could faintly see a figure moving about.

Lazily, Shi Xiaoya was slightly awake but still could not remember.

She turned around and lay on her side. Just then, Han Zhuoling walked in.

"Awake?" Han Zhuoling walked to the bedside.