The agreement was not to fall asleep, yet she still drifted off shortly after getting in the car.
If it weren't for having to get off, Chen Mengying might have slept in that warm embrace for three days and nights.
The rented apartment wasn't big, but it was tidy and clean. A laptop, a bookshelf. A light pink bedspread. A poster of Eason Chan hanging on the wall.
There were many books on the shelf, mostly novels. Reading a bit before bed helps with sleep.
"Xiaofan, are you still here?"
The sound of dripping water came from the bathroom. It was a bit too quiet, so Chen Mengying called out.
"Ah, I'm here."
"Hmm."
This silly girl, she was probably worried that I'd disappear while she was in the shower.
After coming out of the bathroom, wearing pajamas, Chen Mengying felt a bit embarrassed under Xiaofan's gaze, her cheeks flushed. Who knows what she was imagining while showering.
And then it seemed to enter an awkward phase.
What should they do next?
