The soundproofing at the hotel isn't very good. It seems that Qin Muni next door accidentally knocked something to the ground when trying to reach for it.
In the darkness, Yuan Chengmo gently raised the corners of his lips. He extended his hand to softly knock on the wall behind the bed, "Not sleeping yet?"
When Qin Muni, who was about to pick up the book that had fallen to the floor, heard his voice, she paused for a moment, then also realized how poor the room's soundproofing was.
"Uh, Senior, you can't sleep either?" She picked up the book, placed it back on the nightstand, and gave up the plan to get up and read.
"Uh, is your sleep quality still not good recently?"
"No, it's much better, just not quite used to it yet."
"Cold? Should I move the heater from my room over to yours?"
Qin Muni retracted her cold hands into the duvet. Though a chill ran through her body, she still shook her head to refuse, "Not cold, Senior, keep the heater for yourself."
