Chen Wanru tossed and turned until five in the morning before finally collapsing on the bed, exhausted. As Ling Momo took off her shoes and tucked her in with the blanket, she too was gasping for breath from fatigue.
Ling Momo looked at Chen Wanru on the bed for a moment. Chen Wanru wasn't the kind of stunning beauty that took your breath away, but she had the sort that once seen was hard to forget. Plus, with ten years of honing her craft, even now in sleep, her whole being still radiated a special kind of charisma.
That kind of lofty, queen-like aura.
Ling Momo had been fussing around for so long, and she was very tired. Originally, she planned to go home, but seeing Chen Wanru so drunk, she felt uneasy at heart and ended up sleeping on the couch in the living room.
