And at this moment, Lei Yicheng slowly lifted his eyes and looked toward her.
Yige gently pressed her lips together, wrapped her bathrobe tighter around her, walked to the wardrobe, opened it, took out a set of off-white loungewear, and returned to the bathroom.
As he watched Yige approach the bathroom, Lei Yicheng leaned his head against the back of the sofa, laid an arm over his eyes, and softly closed them.
Yige emerged from the bathroom, noticed Lei Yicheng's exhausted posture on the sofa, her gaze flickered slightly, and then she went downstairs.
Sitting on the sofa opposite Lei Yicheng, Yige looked at Lei Yicheng, who pretended to be napping with eyes closed, but did not speak.
"Still feeling terrible?"
After a long silence, Lei Yicheng's firm male voice sounded.
Tang Yige looked at Lei Yicheng, as he slowly opened his eyes, "Mo Chen? Is he okay?"
Lei Yicheng shook his head, brows furrowing, the tone he spoke with was deep, "Not well at all!"
