Chapter 11: Such Things That Would Never Happen to Him

When he awoke, it was already the morning of the next day.

The moment he opened his eyes, he instinctively glanced at the clock on the bedside table.

Eight thirty.

He frowned, his handsome face showing a subtle shift in expression, as if surprised; he checked again to be sure.

It was indeed eight thirty.

Had he overslept?

Something that never happened to him had actually occurred.

Because his sleep was always poor and light, he usually woke up early each day, so he’d never gotten into the habit of setting an alarm.

Was it because he had been too exhausted yesterday that he overslept?

His brows furrowed even tighter at this thought.

The next second, he abruptly threw off the covers and sat up, his hand inadvertently brushing against a soft cheek.

He paused, turned his gaze, and saw a girl sleeping soundly, her cheeks flushed red. His body stiffened slightly.

Looking down, his eyes could not help but linger on her face.

She was deeply asleep, her clean, youthful face adorned with a faint, satisfied smile.

His handsome face grew more complex, disbelief flickering in his eyes—last night, with a girl beside him, not only had he not suffered insomnia, he had even overslept?

Shen Han looked at her for a long while. For reasons unknown, watching the girl sleep peacefully brought a quiet calm to his heart.

Even though he had overslept, he had to admit that last night’s rest was the most peaceful he’d had in years.

He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d slept so well.

Perhaps because the girl was sleeping so sweetly, he found himself lost in thought as he watched her, only returning to his senses several minutes later.

He slowly withdrew his gaze, a hint of bewilderment flashing across his striking features.

Just as he was about to get up, he realized his robe seemed to be caught on something.

Looking down, he discovered that the sleeping girl was curled up, resting on the corner of his loose robe.

Had she slept curled up like that all night?

He couldn’t help but frown, instinctively wanting to tug his clothes back, but glancing at her serene, deep sleep, he hesitated…

…

After Shen Han finished washing up and reached the bedroom door, he found Zhou Bei standing straight, waiting for him.

Seeing Shen Han emerge, Zhou Bei’s face showed clear surprise; he involuntarily glanced toward the bedroom behind him.

Shen Han knit his brows, then raised his hand to shut the door behind him, blocking Zhou Bei’s view, before turning abruptly and heading toward the stairs.

“Boss, you could actually rest a bit more in the future,” Zhou Bei followed behind him, unable to resist offering the suggestion.

He had always accompanied Shen Han, but today was the first time he’d seen this happen.

The boss always had trouble sleeping; sometimes he’d barely close his eyes for two or three days, and when things got severe, he needed a psychologist. Naturally, Zhou Bei hoped his boss could get better rest.

Shen Han paused at the words, glanced at him, then replied coldly, “There won’t be a second time.”

He thought he must have been worn out by that troublesome girl last night, which was why he overslept today.

Such a thing, he assumed, would not happen again.

Hearing this, Zhou Bei could only nod and follow Shen Han’s stride.

As the two were about to descend the stairs, hurried footsteps sounded behind them.