Su Lu had slept comfortably, and when she awoke, sunlight was already streaming in through the windows, casting warm orange patches on the carpet beside the bed.
She stretched lazily while checking her phone and walked to the bedroom door, then heard some noises outside.
Startled, Su Lu's previously relaxed expression turned vigilant, and she cautiously opened the bedroom door.
The sight in the living room stopped her in her tracks.
On the sofa in the living room, a man hung upside down as he slept.
His long legs were still on the sofa, but his body lay on the carpet in front of the sofa. It was unclear whether he had fallen asleep in that pose or had slid off during his sleep—was it from the start, or had he slipped down midway?
But that wasn't the main point—the main point was... when had he come? How had he entered?
Su Lu stared blankly at the scene in the living room, blinking once, then again.
