Sunlight was blocked out by the blinds.
Lin Jiao sat on the carpet on her knees and stared at the dark circles under his eyes and his slightly furrowed eyebrows.
She smoothed his eyebrows and brushed her fingertips across the bridge of his nose, touching his thick eyelashes.
In his sleep, Pei Zhi muttered, "Jiaojiao."
In the quiet environment, his hoarse voice was like a grinding board beside her ear, making her feel numb.
Hearing the person she liked call her name in her dream, Lin Jiao couldn't help but smile.
She looked at the time on her phone and saw that there were still nineteen minutes before lunch break. She did not plan to go downstairs again.
It was easy to get sleepy in a dark environment.
After lying on the sofa and looking at him for a long time, Lin Jiao's eyelids started to droop and her feet went numb.
She climbed onto the sofa where Pei Zhi was lying and closed her eyes.
