Qiao Ruoxin did manage to fall asleep in a daze.
However, the man sprawled on the carpet, Mo Chen, suffered through a sleepless night.
Three o'clock in the morning.
The man threw off the blanket, got up, and turned on the bedside wall lamp. The light was dim but enough to clearly see Little Ghost's sleeping position.
Mo Chen's fingertips lightly touched her cheek and he cursed softly, "Sleeping like a pig."
Right now, even if he were to carry this Little Ghost out to sell, she probably wouldn't wake up.
He stared at Qiao Ruoxin for a long while, then turned off the wall lamp and went back to his makeshift bed on the floor, forcefully willing himself to sleep.
…
The next morning.
Qiao Ruoxin was woken by the ring of her cellphone.
With a lazy voice, she called out from the bed, "The phone… hand me the phone, I don't want to move."
The man lying on the floor got up, took the phone, slid open the screen, and placed it by her ear.
"Hello… who is this?"
