Ye Shengge blinked, not used to the silence.
She turned around and tried to sleep, but she still couldn't sleep after more than ten minutes.
'Speaking of which, there isn't a blanket on the sofa, right? Had he been lying there without covering himself with a blanket? What if he catches a cold?'
She immediately chased that thought away.
The man had always been in good health, and there was a temperature system in the living room, so he couldn't be frozen.
Ye Shengge changed her posture again.
Ten minutes later, she sat up and walked to the living room.
She walked closer to the sofa.
Under the dim moonlight, she saw Ji Shiting lying on it without covering anything. However, his breathing had calmed down, and he felt like he was asleep.
The man was tall and had long legs. He couldn't even stretch his legs while lying down, so he could only lean against the back of the sofa.
'… He deserves it.'
