Song Tian Mo stood there for a moment, observing the entirely still figure on the couch. The serene quietness of the room only highlighted the rhythmic breathing trickling from the sofa.
Ling Fei had already fallen asleep.
His piercing gaze squinted at Ling Fei slumped on the sofa, irritation filling him to the brim.
All this while, he had been fretting over her kicking off the blanket and the lack of air conditioning, while she had been sleeping like a baby, unperturbed.
No doubt, she was the epitome of indifference.
She could even sleep so soundly after leaving him be!
After glaring at her for a moment, he finally moved to turn on the dim living room light. The soft blue aura illuminated the entire room instantly.
Surely, the light was incredibly gentle, as light as blue can be, not glaring at all, incapable of disrupting anyone in the middle of a dream.