Her own palm was hurting, he was talking, so this wasn't a dream?
Her voice still sounded groggy, "Qin Zhiyou?"
"What, you were hoping it was someone else?" The man in front of her was frowning, visibly annoyed. He had gone out of his way to come home and rest and yet this was how she was treating him?
The lights in the room were turned off, and even if she hadn't checked the time, it was undoubtedly late. He had already showered, carrying a faint scent of shower gel. Even in the darkness, she couldn't see his facial expression clearly, yet he was right beside her, real and tangible. Regardless of who or what it was for, regardless of the time, he was truly by her side.