The same grain grows all kinds of people.
Yu Minglang got interrupted while chatting with Qian, and vented his frustration on the waiter.
Qian persuaded him for a while, saying it's not easy for the waiter, why be like this, and Minglang nodded in agreement repeatedly.
Right, right, the lady is always right, just listen to her.
The two of them chatted for a while longer, and Qian felt a bit tired, so she fell asleep.
As she slept, Minglang propped up his head and watched her. She was so beautiful, like an angel, so flawless that just looking at her would lift anyone's spirits.
He watched Qian until she woke up, narrowly escaping disaster because there was an issue with the hotel's pillow height.
When Qian woke up, she felt her neck was a bit uncomfortable, as if the pillow height was unsuitable.
Qian couldn't understand it: it's obviously the same pillow, so why does her neck hurt, while that rogue Minglang is feeling refreshed, with an unusually dashing air about him?
