He couldn't help but rub his eyes, slowly sitting up from the sofa, looking at Shi Che, his voice drowsy, "President Shi, it's so late, aren't you sleeping yet?"
He paused, seemingly remembering something, and continued, "At this time, Miss Chuxia must be sleeping already, don't wait for her reply. Rest early."
Shi Che's dark eyes faintly gazed out the window, beneath the pitch-black night sky, all was peaceful.
He also knew that at this time, Ling Chuxia would have been asleep, so he was not waiting for her reply, but for some reason, tonight he felt vaguely restless, as if something was tumbling in his chest, tugging at him, preventing him from falling asleep.
He unconsciously felt like he was waiting for something.
After a moment, he shifted his gaze away from the night sky, his voice faintly ringing out, "You continue sleeping."
Xiao Zhao knew he couldn't be persuaded, he could only sigh deeply, then lay down and slowly closed his eyes.
