After about half an hour, she finally regained her senses, but her emotions were still unsettled.
What exactly did Tang Yuzhou mean by those words?
Su Jia questioned herself repeatedly and tirelessly.
If nothing had happened, Tang Yuzhou wouldn't have said those things for no reason.
Time passed minute by minute.
In the end, she felt her limbs becoming stiff from standing for too long, unable to move freely.
Su Jia tentatively moved her already sore and numb body and walked towards the bed.
She gently sat on the edge of the bed, calmly watching the still sleeping man.
Lu Yanhe's sleeping posture was steady, his brows slightly furrowed, as if harboring some unresolvable grievance.
Shallow breaths emerged from his nostrils, and Su Jia sighed softly, almost inaudibly.
No wonder Lu Chen had the habit of furrowing his brows while sleeping too.
Even without worries, he couldn't relax his eyebrows.
This habit, did he inherit it?
