Jing Haohao must not have left her house for a very long time.
Liang Chen tossed his belongings casually onto the coffee table and settled himself on the couch, waiting for Jing Haohao's return.
Being alone here was indeed a little boring. Last night, the thoughts of meeting her today brought complicated emotions causing him a restless sleep. The warm sunshine poured onto his body and stirred his drowsiness. Unable to resist, he stood up and walked into Jing Haohao's bedroom.
Her bed was a bit messy, presumably left unmade before she hurriedly left. Liang Chen lay down, reached out and touched it. The bed had already turned cold, but lingered with her distinct scent.
It was the aroma he'd been obsessing over these past few days, so fresh and captivating.
Grabbing Jing Haohao's pillow, he shielded his eyes from the light and closed his eyes.
