Can we go home?

While Xiao Zhihao was still in the bathroom, Xiao Lei went out to the living room to see if Han Ye had gone home first. 

To her slight surprise, he was in the living room. The sunlight was shining down on him. He was sleeping on the couch, which was facing the window. There was a pillow over the top half of his head and his right arm was pressing down on top of the pillow, as if he was trying to keep the light out so as to sleep better.

His shirt was folded neatly and was placed on the coffee table right in front of the couch. 

Xiao Lei chuckled softly when she saw the comforter on the floor. She went to pick it up before gently placing it on him. 

"Stupid, boss. You're going to get sick if you sleep without a cover..."

Han Ye groaned softly in his sleep before turning around so that his face was facing the inner part of the couch and away from the indirect sunlight.