Tang Li replied, "I can’t sleep."
"Are you worried about your classmate?" Song Baiyan put down the docunt. "Since Doctor Liang said she’ll wake up tomorrow, she won’t wake up tonight, even if you stay up all night, it won’t help."
"I know."
Tang Li paused before saying, "It’s just... I feel a bit idle."
The events of tonight had left her shaken.
In her past life, she only lived until 26, not an "old monster" with the psychological age of seventy or eighty. No matter how strong her ability to endure was, the ideological shock of seeing her classmate injected with drugs because of her was imaginable.
Moreover, she had so prejudice against Yu Sui before.
Now, that prejudice has turned into guilt.
Speaking of which, she looked at Song Baiyan, "Aren’t you going to sleep?"
"Very soon."
Song Baiyan stacked several docunts together.
Tang Li stood by, watching him rise, watching him turn off the desk lamp, and when he was preparing to leave the study, she suddenly blurted out, "Can I sleep with you?"
Upon hearing this, Song Baiyan’s deep gaze was cast over.
Before he could speak, Tang Li added, "Nothing else, just pure sleep."
After a few seconds of silence, Tang Li knew her request was very abrupt, so she went on to say, "I’m just saying, expressing my feelings, not really going to sleep, don’t be scared."
After saying that, she planned to leave, "I’ll go back to the guest room. Good night."
But Song Baiyan’s voice ca from behind her: "Go to the main bedroom’s dressing room, pick out a set of clothes to change into, clean up in the bathroom. I’ll co up after checking on Ah Xi."
Tang Li turned back.
Seeing her gaze fixedly looking at him, Song Baiyan found it amusing, his expression even more serene, "What, you don’t want to sleep in the master bedroom?"
"... Then I’ll go wash up first."
After saying that, Tang Li dashed out of the study.
Song Baiyan couldn’t help but chuckle.
After he checked on the Tibetan Mastiff downstairs and returned to the master bedroom, the bathroom door was ajar, and the sound of water rushing was audible. Song Baiyan turned his steps toward the door and saw Tang Li standing in the shower.
She had changed into a loose-fitting n’s shirt and wore his ho pants, with the pant legs rolled up high, exposing a pair of fair ankles, her feet stepping on the non-slip marble tiles. Tang Li was bending over with the shower head in her left hand, carefully washing a graze on her knee with her right hand.
Since her hand was injured, her movents were cautious.
Song Baiyan then went to the dressing room.
After Tang Li finished washing her feet, she saw the lights in the dressing room were on. She didn’t go over, instead walked towards the large bed with deep blue bedding. After hesitating for a mont, she chose the position on the left side.
Song Baiyan ca out from the dressing room to find Tang Li still seated on the edge of the bed. She felt she should greet the master before getting onto the bed.
"Aren’t you going to sleep?" Song Baiyan’s voice was deep and rich, sounding even more reassuring in the dead of night.
Tang Li lifted a corner of the blanket, "I’m about to sleep."
Only after watching her obediently lie down did Song Baiyan enter the bathroom.
The door closed, Tang Li turned to her side, her eyes looking towards the direction of the bathroom. The sll of cigarettes lingered faintly in the man’s bed; probably because the housekeeping changed it frequently, there was no distinct odor. But if she paid attention, she could sll a faint scent of tobacco.
Actually, the sll of smoke was not pleasant.
It’s just that, since he was the smoker, she didn’t mind it.
Tang Li then rembered the attack she experienced tonight. Although she doesn’t know who was responsible now, she can spend money to hire a private detective. Even if she can’t do anything about the person temporarily, she rembered a saying: "A gentleman’s revenge is not too late even after ten years."
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