Reality proved that Qin Siting was indeed much more considerate than Shi Niange. The next morning, when she opened her eyes, it was only past four. When she turned around, she saw the man lying on the floor by the bed. He was still sleeping, lying flat on his back, and covered with the blanket she had specially found from the cabinet. His breathing was even, and his expression was calm when he was asleep.
Qin Siting, who was usually awake at this time, looked very normal. His face could not help but appear slightly indifferent. He always made people feel that he was very far away.
But right now, he was really lying by her side… cough, under her bed.
He did not come to her bed for the whole night. The lingering kiss under the blanket last night still made her feel as though there was a fire burning all the way to her head.
It was already dawn outside. It was not too bright at four in the morning, and the curtains were drawn.
