Gong Ruini yawned, rolled over and got ready to go back to sleep, but unexpectedly she couldn't roll over—she could feel someone lying next to her.
"Move over." Seriously, why is there someone on my side of the bed.
Wait, why would there be someone? Gong Ruini shot up in bed in fright.
There were four people here but only three apartments; every night at midnight, Gong Ruini would go back to her room under the escort of either Zhao Guangran or Gong Jiaming.
Before they left, they would do a sweep of the whole place, then remind Gong Ruini to lock the apartment up properly.
"What's wrong?" Although Zhao Xuran had been sleeping for a while and had just woken up not long ago, this was exactly the time one was supposed to be sleeping.
With his wife in his arms he couldn't do anything else, so he could only close his eyes and try to hypnotize himself into falling asleep as soon as possible.
