Tan Rou finally fell asleep at midnight. Zhuang Liu looked at Tan Rou's sleeping face and could not fall asleep at all. After thinking about it, he ran into the room to take a cold shower.
Zhuang Liu looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't help but ask, "When will such a difficult day end?"
The next morning, Tan Rou slept until ten in the morning. She had drunk too much last night, so when she woke up this morning, her head hurt like it was about to explode.
"My head hurts!" Tan Rou said casually.
"Does your head still hurt?" Zhuang Liu, who was sleeping next to her, sat up and said, "Shall I give you a massage?"
Tan Rou usually slept alone and did not expect anyone to talk to her. When she saw Zhuang Liu sleeping next to her, she was stunned. "Why are you sleeping here?"
"Rourou, whose room is this?" Zhuang Liu asked with a smile.
