Ruan Ruan, who had promised to come find Qingran early in the morning, had yet to show any signs of movement even after nine o'clock.
Qingran was lounging on the sofa in the second-floor living room, idly passing the time—she had no interest in reading books or playing with her phone, and she had even caught up on her usual lack of sleep the night before.
Xie Ying'an sat beside Qingran, his arm resting on the back of the sofa, from behind it looked as though he was holding Qingran in his arms.
But in reality, he wasn't at all.
At the moment, he was gazing down at his phone, his other hand swiftly typing on the screen. Even with his downcast eyes, the dark lashes couldn't hide the dark circles beneath his lids.
Tsk! By the looks of it, he definitely didn't sleep well last night.
I wonder if it's common for all guys to be slower in perception and emotions than girls.
