Yang Qingyin woke up to find a pair of round, rolling eyes moving in front of her nose, and she couldn't help being baffled for a moment.
She quickly realized what was going on, moved her head slightly backward, and finally saw clearly that the lively eyes belonged to Luo Ziling.
She was lying in bed with a blanket over her body, and Luo Ziling was lying beside her, looking at her with his head tilted.
Not knowing how long he had been watching her like that, when she met Luo Ziling's clear and bright eyes, Yang Qingyin's face instantly flushed. But having just woken up and without any strength in her body, she didn't bother to move.
"What are you looking at?" she asked languidly, her cheeks uncontrollably flushed with red.
"Watching a sleeping beauty," Luo Ziling started to grin, "Some senior's sleeping face is really pretty; I've been watching it for a long time."