The next morning, when Sheng Tang woke up, she found herself lying on a soft, large bed.
She was a bit puzzled.
Didn't she sleep on the sofa last night?
She stood up and walked out, finding Gu Jiahui still asleep, curled up on the sofa.
Clearly, his long legs were not fit for such a small sofa.
Sheng Tang didn't know what to say to him.
Honestly, she slept quite well, while he insisted on suffering, making Sheng Tang feel a bit guilty; besides, she wasn't being fussy about sleeping separately from him.
They used to share a bed, and Sheng Tang was fine, with a dreamless sleep.
Her sleep quality is excellent; as long as the person beside her isn't acting up noisily, she remains undisturbed, unshakeable even by thunder.
"Hey?" Sheng Tang half-crouched at the sofa side, nudging Gu Jiahui, "I'm up, you can go sleep on the big bed."
Gu Jiahui drowsily opened his eyes.
