Under the blanket, his figure formed a long, prominent mound on the sofa.
Ye Fei hadn't even approached yet; just at the moment she saw him, her whole body relaxed.
The heart she had been holding fell back into place.
Zhao Gushen wrapped himself quite tightly with the blanket, only his sleeping face exposed.
Ye Fei's gaze fixed on his face, and she couldn't help but walk closer.
Finally reaching the sofa, Ye Fei quietly crouched down.
Her arms carefully rested on the edge of the sofa for balance as she observed Zhao Gushen intently.
Although Zhao Gushen had come here to sleep several times, and each time slept on the sofa,
every time Ye Fei got up, Zhao Gushen was already awake.
Except for the first time, when they awkwardly ran into each other in the bathroom.
The subsequent times, whenever she came out, she'd see Zhao Gushen all tidied up, looking fresh and clean.
Speaking of which, this was her first time seeing Zhao Gushen in his deep sleep.
