"Did I go too far?"
Yang dropped himself on his bed and spread his arms widely. He released a deep sigh, fixating his eyes on the ceiling. The sun was fine today, perfect weather to stroll outside the city. Though Yang was not in the mood to do that. He yawned, then rolled on the right side. Yang took his pillow and hugged it.
"I feel sleepy," He whispered. "Maybe it's because I woke up too early," he tried to close his eyes and remained in his position. After a couple of minutes, he blinked and opened his eyes. His forehead ceased. He couldn't sleep, but his body wanted to do so.
"The heck is wrong with me?" Yang brushed his face. "Why do I feel so guilty about what happened earlier?" he mumbled to himself. Recalling the call he overheard from Guang Jin. His expression changed, then his lips turned straight. "Why are you trying to act so arrogant? You can just ask me to help you, idiot…"