After the two-hour movie ended, Yan Xiaye's tensed spirit relaxed, she rubbed her dry eyes, and a trace of weariness appeared on her beautiful, delicate face.
"Tired?"
She nodded, "...Yeah."
Li Yuntang stood up, took her hand as if it were second nature, and led her, sleepy-eyed, back to the hotel.
Exhausted, she collapsed onto the comfortable big bed. Yan Xiaye was too lazy to even wash up, lying there with her eyes closed, listening to the rustling sound of water from the bathroom.
Before long, the water stopped, and the man's footsteps approached from afar, eventually pausing by the bed, yet there was no subsequent movement.
Yan Xiaye really wanted to open her eyes to see what he was doing, but her eyelids felt as if they were glued shut, so she could only hum a questioning noise: "Hmm?"
