Xia Lu lay on the bed, on the brink of sleep, when suddenly she remembered something and sat bolt upright.
"Damn it!"
The gift she had carefully prepared was still in Zhou Mingchen's room, and given his current state, if he discovered she had entered his room without permission again, he'd tear her to pieces!
But now, it seemed, there was no other option but to wait.
Suddenly, a terrible idea flashed through Xia Lu's mind. To steal!
No, no, she immediately shook her head, trying to dismiss the thought. Steal my ass, she had deliberately hidden the gift under Zhou Mingchen's pillow to create suspense; it was like a little rabbit trying to touch a tiger's butt—she must be tired of living.
"Forget it, death then death!" she lay down again, pulled the covers over her, and couldn't stop tossing and turning, "Ah, so annoying..." she kept making all sorts of strange noises until she finally fell asleep.