Sleep?

Meng Chuyuan was so engrossed in the sketch that she did not notice that Lu Qingye had left the sofa area.

After a long time, Lu Qingye had changed into his pajamas and reappeared in the room.

He saw that Meng Chuyuan was still in the same position as before. Her hair was tucked behind her ears, and her eyes were focused on the iPad. The corners of her lips curled up slightly.

She seemed to be smiling.

Perhaps Meng Chuyuan was so engrossed in her painting that she did not notice Lu Qingye approaching her.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

Until she heard a deep voice. Without any warning, Meng Chuyuan was shocked by him. She instinctively pulled her iPad back and held it in her arms.

She raised her eyes and looked guarded. She pretended to be calm and asked him, "When did you get here?"

"Just now."

Hearing Lu Qingye's answer, Meng Chuyuan's expression seemed to ease up a lot, but his gaze was on her hand.