Late at night, Shen Xiaoman groggily woke up from a deep sleep, her mouth parched with thirst. She reached out to feel the blanket beside her, only to find Lei Zijia was not there…
This guy must have been too engrossed in his experiments again, losing track of time; it was well past midnight, and he still hadn't come to bed. Constantly staying up late was not good for him.
Shen Xiaoman grabbed her coat, draped it over herself, got out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom.
Everything was quiet; the only sound was her slippers shuffling along the corridor. Under the dim light of the wall lamps, the hallway seemed eerily unreal.
