"You told me on the phone that you were going to bed, so why are you still sitting up?" Lin Gantang casually set down her suitcase and came over to touch his forehead, "Are you feeling unwell?"
His forehead was met with the warm, soft touch of her hand, and Wen Yanqing affectionately squinted his eyes, "Couldn't sleep, I was thinking about you."
"I only left this morning, it's been just one day, what's there to miss?" Lin Gantang said with amusement, "If you're not sleeping, why didn't you turn on the light?"
"It's dark, no need to turn on the light."
"If I hadn't come back, were you planning to sit up and think of me all night?" Lin Gantang changed into her pajamas, got into bed, and pushed him back under the covers, "What happened during the day?"
"What?"
