Fu Cheng glanced at Shen Lu, who was sleeping on her side with her back to him, and felt a pang of frustration.
'Are we going to sleep like this again today?'
'It's not good to always sleep on one side. Her face might become asymmetrical.'
Fu Cheng moved his left hand and gave Shen Lu a gentle tug. Perhaps because her sleeping position was already unstable, half of her body rolled with the force and leaned against him.
The corners of Fu Cheng's lips curved into a satisfied smile. 'I was just worried she wouldn't sleep well on her side, that's all. Her leaning on me is a trivial matter.'
With that, the man finally drifted off to sleep, his mind at ease.
...
At six in the morning, right on the dot, Shen Lu's eyes snapped open.
'A new day is here. Another day to make some serious money!'
Wriggling like a caterpillar, Shen Lu suddenly stretched. Then her eyes flew wide. 'Am I... pressing down on Fu Cheng with half my body???'
'Did I aggravate his wound?!'
