Song Qiao had not expected Lu Jingchen to reject her so decisively. However, thinking about the words that this man had just said, she also felt it was normal, but still, a sense of grievance emerged inexplicably in her heart.
Her face showed no expression, and Song Qiao didn't insist. She simply carried the medicine box over to the coffee table inside the room, then dove directly into the bed, pulling the quilt over herself, leaving only her head exposed, turned off the bedside lamp, and tried to close her eyes to sleep, but she couldn't sleep at all.
A few minutes later, the bed beside her sank, and soon the blanket on the other side was lifted. Song Qiao knew that Lu Jingchen had also lain down, but he didn't come close to her, nor did she show any reaction, lying still as if she had fallen asleep.
