He said, "Why don't you ask me instead? I'll say anything."
Zhuang Jing propped her left hand on the desk, her palm clenched into a fist as it rested against her cheek, and closed her eyes.
At first, Gu Ran thought she was lost in thought, but then he realized her breathing was deep and even--more like she had fallen asleep!
But the woman before him was a forty-two-year-old beauty with an impeccable figure, and also a master of psychology.
So, was she really asleep, or was she just pretending to sleep to let this go?
If Zhuang Jing was feigning sleep, the best choice for him would be to leave directly.
But if Zhuang Jing had truly fallen asleep, he couldn't just walk away like this.
Should he wake her up and remind her to go back to bed, or should he help her to bed?
Gu Ran sent a message to Su Qing, asking her to come over.
As he opened the door, Su Qing came from the opposite side of the living room, and asked softly, "Did my mom call for me?"
