Because Bai Lan had too much on her mind, she found it even harder to fall asleep.
Listening to the splashing water in the bathroom, Bai Lan's heart grew more restless.
Soon, Zhou Shengting came out, and Bai Lan felt the bed sink a little beside her. Then, Zhou Shengting reached out to pull her into his arms, but Bai Lan felt an internal repulsion and somehow sensed the scent of perfume lingering at the tip of her nose.
Seeing this, Zhou Shengting frowned, unsure if it was his imagination, but he felt that Bai Lan was acting a bit odd today.
"Are you asleep?" Zhou Shengting saw Bai Lan's eyelids flutter, so he whispered softly in her ear.
His voice was deep, gently stirring her heart like a feather.
Bai Lan remained silent, continuing to keep her eyes shut, unwilling to engage.
Zhou Shengting finally sensed something unusual – she clearly wasn't asleep yet, so why wasn't she responding to him?
"Are you feeling unwell?" Zhou Shengting asked with concern.