Until Yun Mo's tall and handsome figure, even in pyjamas, disappeared around the corner of the door, Qiao Xiaon'an's ears were still filled with his cold voice - she didn't need to wait for him, she should go to sleep first.
Well, anyway, she wasn't particular about where she slept. She could sleep soundly anywhere until daybreak, so once she fell asleep, she didn't care about her appearance. It wasn't until her alarm went off the next morning that she realized she had slept in Yun Mo's bed. However, Yun Mo wasn't there. The crystal chandeliers, the expensive potted plants and the huge French window by the bed were all familiar.
Yun Mo hadn't slept there last night; she had slept like the dead, but she knew that clearly.
That's good!
