After hanging up the phone and going to the bathroom to wash up, Chi Yue took only ten minutes, but lying in bed trying to fall asleep, it took her two hours.
Qiao Dongyang is a jerk, isn't he? Why the hell did she make a video call to him?
His face seemed to have taken root in her mind, impossible to dispel no matter how hard she tried. Every smile, every expression severely affected her sleep.
As Chi Yue tossed and turned in bed, a particularly unpleasant thought struck her—she wasn't suited for romantic relationships.
The slightest disturbance, and she couldn't live a normal life.
But what about that Qiao Dongyang? He must be sleeping soundly.
Chi Yue felt stifled, inexplicably filled with resentment.
…
When she next opened her eyes, it was the instructor's whistle that woke her up.
The rustling sounds in the dorm were her roommates getting dressed.
"Hurry up! Everyone, quick!"
Being slow meant punishment, and others would be penalized too...
