This sofa is not even one-thousandth as comfortable as a bed.
He placed his hands behind his head, lost in thoughts, as time ticked by second by second...
It was twelve-thirty in the morning.
He got up.
In the silent night, there was a faint "click."
The bedroom door was quietly pushed open from the outside.
A tall shadow stood at the doorway for a moment, adapted to the darkness, then stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Qiao An was sleeping soundly but suddenly felt someone pressed up against her from behind, enveloping her tightly.
Sleepy and tired, she shifted her body, and the hold loosened immediately.
She didn't think much of it, but after a while, she was again entirely embraced.
She fought against her drowsiness and opened her eyes. The man's handsome face was close, not clearly visible, but the familiar scent on him was unmistakable!
Click.
She stretched out her arm and turned on the light.
