Chu Heng had the habit of washing his face and feet before going to bed. If he did not wash up, he would not be able to sleep.
Ye Muyu raised her head when she heard footsteps coming from the door. When she saw the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar man walk in, she subconsciously narrowed her eyes and put down the pen in her hand. She straightened her back, revealing her smooth neck, and looked straight at him.
Chu Heng's gaze fell on her, but after a few breaths, he moved away.
The man strode in and saw that she was still writing something on the soft couch. He frowned slightly but did not say anything.
He glanced at the soft couch and bed.
"You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the soft couch," he said.
Ye Muyu raised her head and looked at him curiously. Even when she first met Chu Heng, he had never said such a thing.
