Purple Summers slept for about an hour.
When she woke up, she was lying on the sofa, covered with Alexander Summers' coat, which carried his fresh fragrance.
The ceiling light in the room had been turned off, as Alexander didn't want to disturb her rest, so only a desk lamp was on.
Purple sat up, and the coat covering her slid off and fell onto the black velvet carpet next to the sofa. She stared blankly at the coat and slowly recalled the argument she had with Alexander before falling asleep.
"What would you like to eat?" From across the room at his desk, Alexander looked up and asked, "After dinner, I'll take you home."
Purple was silent for a moment and then said, "Beef noodles."
Alexander picked up his phone to make a call: "Send a bowl of beef noodles over, not spicy, and add a portion of cold tofu silk. If you have marinated quail eggs, send a small plate as well."
He knew her preferences to the smallest detail.
