It was just past ten-thirty at night when Li Zhaojun and Ye Fan successively lay down in bed.
Ye Fan was worried about staying in a hotel the following night. When Li Zhaojun turned to face him and spoke, he responded half-heartedly, intentionally being cold towards her.
Li Zhaojun spoke a few words, and seeing Ye Fan like this, she couldn't help feeling somewhat sad. She sighed softly and stopped talking, then turned over to sleep on her back.
Hearing Li Zhaojun's faint sigh, Ye Fan felt inexplicably sad and ashamed.
After lying there for about six or seven minutes, he couldn't resist anymore and turned to face Li Zhaojun, softly calling out, "Zhao Jun, Zhao Jun?"
"Mm," Li Zhaojun responded softly, turned towards him, and gazed into his bright, deep eyes, as profound as the ocean, whispering, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing much," Ye Fan said somewhat awkwardly. "I just can't seem to fall asleep. If you're sleepy, go ahead and sleep."