It was already eleven o'clock when Lu Qingye got home. He subconsciously slowed down when he reached the bedroom door. He placed his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it.
He thought that Meng Chuyuan would be asleep at this hour, but when he opened the door, the bedroom was brightly lit. What surprised him even more was that Meng Chuyuan was leaning against the head of the bed. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Meng Chuyuan looked up. The two of them looked at each other without warning.
Perhaps he was not used to the feeling of somebody waiting up for him when he got back late. There was an indescribable, complicated feeling in his heart. He clearly did not do anything wrong, but when he met Meng Chuyuan's eyes, he actually felt a little guilty.
Meng Chuyuan raised her head instinctively. She did not show any emotion. When she saw Lu Qingye return, she did not ask anything. She lowered her eyes and continued to look at her phone.
