Men Are Unreliable

The room fell silent. If one listened carefully, they could hear Lu Zhen's faint breathing. She slept very obediently and curled up into a ball. Because her body was hot, her fair and tender face was a little red.

Song Jia quietly watched Lu Zhen sleep. There was an unprecedented calmness in his heart. After seeing her, the negative emotions that had tortured him these past few days seemed to have disappeared.

If possible, Song Jia really wished he could stay here and watch over her.

After a while, Song Jia put away the script at the head of the bed. After tidying it up, he placed it on the desk.

He suddenly saw some books on the desk. Song Jia flipped through them and realized that these books seemed to be high school textbooks.

Perhaps because it had been flipped through often, the corners of the pages were rolled up. There were many notes in the book with different colors of water pen. There were also some complaints in the blank section—