Wei Anning maintained her bow for a few seconds, not seeing any movement. She quietly lifted her gaze towards him, and the man's face was covered with documents, as if he had fallen asleep.
"..."
She straightened up, staring at him speechlessly. She had sincerely apologized to him, and he had the nerve to fall asleep. Was this really okay?
She reached out and poked his shoulder. The warm heat from the skin under her fingertips was scalding, and she immediately retracted her hand, her little heart trembled, "Leng Youchen, I know you're pretending to sleep. If you don't want to talk to me, I understand, but what do I need to do for you to forgive me?"
The man lay there motionless.
"Are you planning to ignore me for the rest of your life? Or you could yell at me to vent your anger; I promise I won't talk back. I'll let you hurt me back." Wei Anning had not seen him for several days and actually missed him quite a bit.
