Lu Yinxing lay on the sofa, humming a tune, and just as she felt sleepiness wash over her, she fell asleep.
Ah Yan had just finished tidying up the table.
After taking out the trash, he came back to see Lu Yinxing sleeping soundly on the sofa.
Ah Yan seemed slightly taken aback for a moment.
Then he walked over, patted Lu Yinxing's arm, and said, "I'll take you home."
Lu Yinxing was in a daze, seemingly hearing the word "home."
Lu Yinxing muttered groggily, "I'm not going home, I don't want to go home, it's too cold and lonely there, don't make me leave."
Lu Yinxing mumbled indistinctly, "Brother, don't make me leave."
Clearly, Lu Yinxing was somewhat out of it.
But Ah Yan didn't move her.
Nor did Ah Yan leave.
He simply sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of the sofa.
He looked at Lu Yinxing attentively.
He was reclusive, not good at communicating with people, and the thing he hated most was making eye contact.
