Qiao Yin lay in the dim light with her eyes closed, yet for a long time, she couldn't fall asleep.
She didn't know if it was because she had slept too much during the day, or because watching a horror movie had made her brain too active, or perhaps it was because her pillow and quilt were infused with Lu Lingche's scent, filling her mind with thoughts of him, making it impossible for her to sleep.
After tossing and turning for a while, she finally began to feel drowsy.
In her haziness, the bed next to her suddenly dipped slightly, the quilt was lifted, and she fell into a warm embrace.
Her first reaction was to cuddle up to him, and it took her several seconds to realize something was amiss.
She opened her eyes and looked at Lu Lingche, "Weren't you sleeping in the next room?"
"The bed next door is too hard."
"Nonsense, the beds in both bedrooms are clearly the same."
"Mm, it's not the bed's problem, I just missed you too much, I couldn't sleep over there."
