Night fell.
Jiang Qingli was curled up on the sofa, using her terminal to look over the study materials Yuan Shimo had given her. Every so often, she would switch over to chat with her friends, swiping through a social media chat window.
Time ticked by, and drowsiness gradually washed over her. Jiang Qingli turned off the lights, hugged a sofa pillow, and drifted into a light sleep.
In her daze, Jiang Qingli felt herself being lifted. A cool, slick sensation wrapped around her calves.
"Stop it..."
Jiang Qingli furrowed her brow and gave a light kick. The force coiling around her loosened its grip.
Her body was placed on something soft, but it felt different from what she had been resting on earlier.
A moment later, the soft patter of running water sounded.
Though the sound was faint, Jiang Qingli realized something. Her fingers twitched as she gradually woke up.
She sat up and found herself lying in bed.
Just then, the sound of water stopped.
