Ren Jingshu hadn't slept much all night either, partly due to physical discomfort and partly because the person lying beside her made her feel uneasy.
Although she was curious about Zhao Yun's departure before dawn, once he left, she relaxed, closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.
When she woke up again, it was already after ten in the morning.
Zhao Yun, who had left early, was already back, quietly lying on his side next to her, silently watching her.
Remembering last night, Ren Jingshu's cheeks flushed with a faint warmth.
Zhao Yun felt a bit embarrassed as well, "Jingshu, good morning."
"Mm, good morning."
She didn't ask where he had been in the morning and, despite feeling unwell, she sat up and said to Zhao Yun, who was still gazing at her, "Turn around."
"Oh."
Zhao Yun obediently turned over, his back to her.
Ren Jingshu reached out, picked up the clothes on the bed, and began to put them on.
