Chu Yao tossed and turned in bed for what felt like an eternity before she finally grew drowsy and drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile, out in the living room, Lu Xize was lying on the small sofa. It was cramped and uncomfortable. He had stayed up late working for two nights in a row, so he was physically exhausted, but he couldn't tell if it was the uncomfortable sofa or some other idea nagging at him.
In any case, Lu Xize was exhausted but couldn't fall asleep, even late into the night.
He checked the time on his phone—it was already past two. After glancing at the closed bedroom door, Lu Xize suddenly got up, grabbed his pillow, and quietly opened the door to slip inside.
The next morning, Chu Yao's internal clock woke her up. Still groggy, she opened her eyes and went to stretch, but as soon as she raised her arm, it seemed to brush against something.
Chu Yao flinched. Only then did she notice something draped across her waist.
