When Jiang Chen returned, he discovered that this lady had actually nestled herself on the couch and fallen asleep.
He had to admit.
This woman looked much cuter sleeping than awake, with softer facial lines, and sunlight through the curved floor-to-ceiling window spilling onto her, making her look like a child.
If only this lady could always look like this, wouldn't that be great?
Jiang Chen silently lamented, didn't wake her, made sure her scattered blanket was properly covering her, and then took the kettle to boil some water.
Suddenly, the ringtone of the cell phone went off.
Jiang Chen fished out the phone, quickly set it to silent, and turned his head to glance at Miss Shi on the sofa.
The other party was still sound asleep.
Probably due to the medicine, which tends to make one tired.
He carried the phone with him into the bathroom.
"Bro."
It was Hong Xiaoyu.
"What's up?"
Jiang Chen asked.
Hong Xiaoyu seemed a bit embarrassed, hesitating and mumbling.
