The bedroom was somewhat quiet. Mu Qing looked at Zhang Ziwen, who had curled up and fallen asleep on her bed. He had somehow managed to fall asleep on her bed, even snoring. He seemed to be sleeping so soundly, his lips glistening with a sheen of saliva. He was practically drooling in his sleep. Mu Qing spat in disgust, reaching over to the bedside table for a moistened tissue. She gently wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth...