Fu Jinghen's response was full of survival instinct.
Wen Qiao hummed, "Good that you know."
Fu Jinghen moved her hair that was touching his cheek to the back of her head and asked, "Why are you still not asleep this late? Insomnia?"
Wen Qiao hummed in affirmation, "I slept too much in the afternoon, now I can't sleep."
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
Fu Jinghen had been up all night the day before yesterday rushing work, severely lacking sleep. He didn't have the habit of napping, so he woke up after a short nap in the afternoon while accompanying Wen Qiao.
He was in a state of severe sleep deprivation now. He had fallen asleep shortly after lying down in bed and taking a bath last night, hugging Wen Qiao.
Luckily, he was a light sleeper; otherwise, he would have left Wen Qiao alone to endure the pain of insomnia.
"Why wake you up?"
"To keep you company," Fu Jinghen said as he lightly kneaded her earlobe. "So you don't secretly play with your phone."
