Liang Wen didn't sleep that day.
Qu Zhi had ignored him for two whole days, and he couldn't bear it anymore, but he was too embarrassed to say it.
Not to mention that he was not used to sleeping on the sofa, he could not stretch when he was asleep, and he could not eat supper.
In the past, Qu Zhi would cook him some noodles every night when she knew that he would be hungry.
Liang Wen lay on the sofa, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. He kept feeling like something was missing.
It wasn't that he was hungry, but he was used to it.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already midnight. If he did not sleep now, he would be late for work tomorrow.
He got up and wanted to find something to eat in the refrigerator, but there were only some egg noodles and eggs in the refrigerator. There was also a bowl of pickled cucumber, some scallions, ginger, and garlic in the refrigerator. Other than these, there was nothing else.
