Click.
With his oversized ead, Song Yue inadvertently clicked the left mouse button too hard, making a clear sound that startled the sleeping Ning Xuan.
Ning Xuan's head moved a few times before she straightened her back, looking at Song Yue with hair that stuck out from sleep.
Caught snoozing, Ning Xuan scratched her nose awkwardly, her gaze shifting elsewhere.
"How was your nap?"
Song Yue asked, looking at her indifferently.
Honest girl Ning Xuan: "It was OK. It's just that the desk is a bit hard."
Song Yue: ...
Oh, damn.
Song Yue didn't respond to Ning Xuan, and Ning Xuan didn't know how to explain herself, so the two of them fell into a long and awkward silence.
One minute.
Two minutes.
...
This isn't working.
Ning Xuan felt the silence couldn't go on, and as she was the first to mess up, she ought to at least initiate some conversation, if not make amends.
