On the way back, maybe because he was tired, or maybe because he was sleepy, Yu Jingrong's eyelids were heavy, and he soon dozed off in the car seat.
When the car stopped in front of the villa, Yu Jingrong still didn't wake up. Li Chengyun got out of the car and gently picked him up. He directly went upstairs to his bedroom.
Yu Jingrong's room was occupied by Yu Chenxi tonight, there was a living room, but it hadn't been cleaned. It's not that he couldn't ask Aguai to clean it. But he didn't want to.
He gently put Yu Jingrong onto the bed and pulled the covers over him.
The bedroom was eerily quiet, with only faint breathing sounds accompanying the silence, as if it would remain this tranquil forever.
Li Chengyun sat by the bed, his lips curved in an elegant arc, his eyes filled with affection as he gazed at the person occupying his bed. After some hesitation, he laid down next to Yu Jingrong and pulled him into his arms.
