Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a half-smile: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"..." Su Qingnuan smiled awkwardly and quickly said, "I'm just playing for a while. I'm actually getting ready to rest now."
"Even playing for a while won't do." Fu Yihan extended his hand, "Give me your phone."
His attitude was firm, his expression icy.
Su Qingnuan was quite convinced that if she didn't give it to him now, he would snatch it forcefully.
Gazing longingly at her phone, Su Qingnuan sighed deeply: "Really can't?"
"No, you can't."
"..."
The process of handing over the phone, without even needing slow motion, was already very slow.
Fu Yihan didn't rush her, sitting there quietly, waiting until Su Qingnuan's phone landed in his hand.
Grasping the phone swiftly, Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow: "Lie down and rest."
"...Oh."
Su Qingnuan lay down. Without her phone, she initially felt uneasy, glancing back repeatedly.
