In the Yang family's mansion, song Xuan's eyelids were starting to fight. The television screen was slowly becoming blurry. She was quite sleepy, but she was too lazy to move. Yang Haitao sat by the side, watching the television series seriously.
He had even lowered the volume on purpose to create a better sleeping environment.
His heart was beating fast as he thought of song Xuan falling asleep quickly. Once she fell asleep, he could carry her upstairs to sleep and she could stay the night at his place.
In this way, they would be familiar with each other and song Xuan would be able to stay here often.
Yes, the environment was very good. It was drizzling outside, and the music on the TV was also very affectionate. Uncle Zhong and dongzi were very tactful and had returned to their rooms.
It was the right time, place, and people. It felt like song Xuan had long been unable to resist the attack of drowsiness.
