Are You Sure You're Not Joking With Me?

Xian Yijun's eyelids twitched as he looked incredulously at the woman who had misunderstood the situation. He saw her rubbing her head against his shoulder like a kitten and then said in a faintly low voice, "I didn't sleep well last night. I'm still sleepy..."

Guo Wuying, who was sitting in the back, slowly balled her hands into fists. Suddenly, her eyes turned red. She turned her head slightly and looked out the window, no longer staring at Xian Yijun.

"Childish..." Xian Yijun used a voice that only Wei Zhijuan could hear to mock her.

Wei Zhijuan tilted her head and looked at him with a smile. "What did you say? You said you wanted to come straight to my place after we went to the hospital? No, I still have to go to work tonight. I'm so tired and have no energy left. How about you let me rest for a while?"