It was already three in the morning, and everyone was too tired to tidy up.
In the living room, there was a fabric sofa. When the cloth covering it was lifted, it was barely clean enough.
After closing the door, they each sat on it, seizing the time to rest.
...
As the sky gradually brightened, Chen Shouyi opened his eyes and carefully moved Zhu Xueqing, who was drooling on his shoulder, aside.
Seeing the large wet patch on his shoulder, he was speechless internally.
What a poor sleeping posture!
He picked up the briefcase from the floor and unzipped it.
Shell Lady, in a deep sleep, opened her eyes warily, glanced at Chen Shouyi, felt relieved, turned over, closed her eyes, and continued to sleep.
Zhu Xueqing woke with a start, wiped her drool, and asked, "What happened, what's going on?"
"It's dawn!" Chen Shouyi said, zipping up the briefcase.
"It's still quite early!" Zhu Xueqing covered her mouth and yawned.
