As long as she didn't sleep on the streets, it didn't matter where she lived.
"If you're tired, go to sleep first." Seeing that she was yawning non-stop, Lu Qingye instinctively raised his hand and touched her head. In an instant, he naturally placed her head on his shoulder. "I'll wake you up when we get there."
Meng Chuyuan noticed that his hand was still on the back of her neck. She raised her head slightly, reached out, and slapped the back of Lu Qingye's hand without hesitation. "Don't touch me. I haven't washed my hair for a few days."
Lu Qingye lowered his eyes and looked at her. His gaze was slightly dazed. He did not know if he was looking at Meng Chuyuan's face or her thick hair.
After a while, he said softly, "I don't mind."
Meng Chuyuan looked into his eyes and said bluntly, "I despise it."
"…"
After being warned by her, Lu Qingye placed his palm on her shoulder and kept it there.