It was a sleepless night.
Ye Qianqian slept in the living room, her entire body aching furiously.
The night before was intense, and she had yet to fully recover from it.
Tomorrow was the eve of the Lunar New Year, and Ye Qianqian kept feeling a sense of anxiety as the New Year grew closer.
Her heart raced madly as she tossed and turned in bed, and she couldn't seem to fall asleep no matter what she did.
Suddenly, her phone, which was at the head of her bed, vibrated.
It was a WeChat message.
Shen Zhilie: "Are you asleep?"
Ye Qianqian took one glance at the time and noticed that it was already past 1:00 a.m.
She picked up her phone and let out a long sigh before typing a reply: "No."
Shen Zhilie: "I'm coming over."
Ye Qianqian's heart jolted in surprise. She found it rather inappropriate.
