Qian Meigui's eyes fluttered open. She stretched her arms out like a cat and yawned. Her hands patted around, looking for her phone and then she realized that she fell asleep in Song Sheng's bed. It was still morning when she checked the time, but she had to attend to work soon.
Initially, it did not feel strange waking in his room because she was accustomed to it two years ago. But this was not two years ago; today, the relationship between them strained, but after last night, they had grown a better understanding of one another. Perhaps it indeed was for the best.
The bed space next to her was empty, but Qian Meigui's body felt warm. Subconsciously, she hugged her waist, where her body heated the most. She shifted from the covers and made the bed. The rest of the room was sparkling clean, as Song Sheng must have tidied, knowing he would not come back.
