Beitang Yao also woke up in a daze. He felt that the car seemed to have stopped, but it hadn't started again for a long time, so he opened his eyes and looked out the window, only to see his own parking garage, not a traffic light intersection.
He had originally thought the car had stopped for a red light. He hurriedly sat up, his voice carrying a faint trace of displeasure: "Why didn't you wake me up when we got home?" He himself didn't know how long he had slept; once awake, he felt refreshed.
Beitang Yao was the kind of person who, as long as he closed his eyes and rested for a short while, would be full of energy again. He walked to the small bed, picked Xia Qingqian up from the car, and headed straight into the house.
He lowered his eyes to look at the beauty in his arms. His heart was steady, yet tinged with a faint unease.
