In the middle of the night, Su Qiqi was sleeping in a daze. After groping around on the pillow for a while, she found her mobile phone and lit up the screen.
Four in the morning.
She put down her phone and only then did it occur to her that she should have fallen asleep on the sofa, but now she was in the bed.
Did she walk over herself?
However, she couldn't remember doing so at all.
She thought about it until she became drowsy again and then fell back asleep.
The next day at the breakfast table, Su Qiqi asked nonchalantly, "Mr. Jin, I fell asleep on the sofa last night, I . . ."
Before she could finish the sentence, she was interrupted, "I carried you to the room. Don't sleep on the sofa. You could catch a cold."
"Ah? Oh." Su Qiqi immediately lowered her head and suddenly, she felt a warmth, a kind of warmth that came from home.
