C172 Zhang Xuan Is Just a Pretty Boy

The next morning dawned, and the early sun spilled its light over the two, intertwined in slumber.

Xia Meng's eyelashes fluttered as her eyes slowly opened, the world coming into soft focus.

She gave her head a gentle shake, clearing the last vestiges of sleep.

Gazing at Zhang Xuan, who was still deep in dreams, she found herself captivated.

Was it her imagination