After pasting the last slip, the clear tape was almost done, and it was already almost five in the morning.
She neatly stacked the papers without uttering a word of thanks to him.
Then she turned around and put them into the bag she carried with her.
"When's your class?"
While organizing her bag, she replied, "Eight-thirty."
"You can still get some sleep."
Indeed, Ziyan was feeling drowsy; she had had little sleep for the past two days, and tomorrow, she needed a good rest for the song recording.
So, after putting away her things and quickly freshening up in the bathroom, she emerged to find him gone.
Aside from the first night, he had never slept in this room. It wasn't so much sleeping on that first night as it was hit it and run.
She turned off the lights in the room and crawled under the covers.
Sleep beckoned soon after, but just as she was about to drift off, she suddenly felt something pressing against her back.
