Perhaps because he was in Jiang Yixia's home, Lu Fan felt very comfortable, even sleeping on the sofa.
The whole night passed without any disruptive noise.
He had to admit, although it was an older residential complex, its location was secluded enough that it was rarely disturbed by the clamor of the city.
Plus, it was the first time in a long while that Lu Fan had been this close to Jiang Yixia.
So naturally, he slept much more soundly.
But for Jiang Yixia, it was torture.
She barely slept all night.
She felt restless and flustered.
It wasn't until the early hours of the morning, when she lay on her side with the comforter between her legs, that she finally managed to fall asleep.
She rose bright and early the next morning.
She had originally planned to hurry Lu Fan out the door.
But when she opened her bedroom door, she found him sleeping soundly, curled up on his side on the sofa. His broad, solid frame filled out the not-so-small sofa, defining its contours perfectly.
