Yan Luoxi returned to the suite, the sky was already showing the pale light of dawn. She changed her shoes at the entrance, dragging her fatigued body into the living room. Just as she sat down on the sofa, the door to the master bedroom opened, and a man walked out of the room.
Yan Luoxi held a pillow in her arms and leaned her head back on the sofa, too tired to even move. It wasn't until the sofa beside her sank a little that she turned to look.
At a glance, she saw the man's look of pity. She said casually, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
"Are you very tired?" Li Yeqi turned and looked at her. There was a fleeting trace of aloofness in her eyes.
Yan Luoxi lowered her eyelids, a bitter smile appeared at the corners of her lips, "Yeah, a little. I probably won't be able to make breakfast today."
