Cheng Xiyue was a little puzzled.
Adjusting his body clock and schedule should be his own business. Of course it should be something that Lu Huaiyu had to do himself.
What did he mean he was not able to do it himself?
Then, just as the question escaped Cheng Xiyue's mouth, the picture of a cup of coffee suddenly came to his mind.
The white porcelain cup, the reflective spoon beside it…
Cheng Xiyue shut his eyes. "Don't tell me you have to rely on Little Ning Li to help you adjust to your schedule."
The girl was just a 17-year-old student who was busy with her exams and competition!
Aside from the fact that she might not even agree, would she even have the time to do it?
Lu Huaiyu got up. He unbuttoned the top of his pajama shirt, revealing his pronounced collar bone.
Swoosh!
He slid the curtains open.
