Chu Munan walked straight towards her, holding a cup of coffee. The aroma of the coffee filled the air, rich and fragrant. He heard her words and looked at her with a half-smile, saying, "There's a carpet here. How am I supposed to make noise when I walk?"
Song Qiao glanced at the carpet beneath her feet and suddenly felt awkwardly trapped, inexplicably embarrassed.
Seeing Chu Munan heading directly to the living room, she followed behind him, her head lowered like a child who had done something wrong, silent.
Chu Munan placed the coffee on the table, looked up at her, and asked, "Can't sleep?"
Song Qiao nodded, scratched her head, and said a bit sheepishly, "Perhaps it's because I took a nap before dinner, now I'm having trouble falling asleep."
However, Chu Munan looked at her steadily, saying meaningfully, "Are you sure it's not because you're overthinking things, keeping you awake?"
Song Qiao widened her eyes, seemingly not expecting Chu Munan to see through her directly.
