The woman seemed exhausted, sleeping deeply. After he pushed her aside, she simply turned over, then forgot that he had ever pushed her.
The tobacco smell in the bedroom grew stronger. He leaned back against the headboard, his gaze drifting uncertainly out the window.
He didn't feel sleepy in the slightest.
He wondered what Gu Nanqiao was doing right now. Was she asleep, or working overtime?
Unconsciously, he finished a whole pack of cigarettes. He seldom smoked, but for her, he lost control again and again.
At six in the morning, he lay back down.
The woman turned again, trying to embrace him. Fu Lingfeng was utterly annoyed by her, and he pushed her aside, moving to the edge of the bed.
Then he pulled the covers over himself.
About two hours later, he woke up, his eyes stinging from the sunlight. He raised his hand to shield his eyes, intending to have a chat with Gu Nanqiao, only to open his eyes and see the same face that had woken him in the middle of the night.
